Darkness picked him up, and watched him grow for years

He had grown up yo be a man now, and the dark had taken away all his fears

Beneath the shadows of the dark he had spent almost all his life

But he still had a longing for the light, he wanted to feel what it was like.

He got a gift to live in a mysterious dream
Or maybe he was just trapped, where no one could hear his silent screams

His innocence felt so real and true
He had faith in himself that he would make it through.

He had a weakness for ink for it create history
He had witnessed paper carrying realms and ink dissolving hearts in a mystery.