Press the pen down to the page,
let the blank ink spill its rage.
Filling endless nothingness with tales
from untold age.

Lose yourself, and lose again.
Let destruction of your soul begin.
Wagers from the devil ringing softly in your ear,
While snow flakes fall from heaven all around the silver sphere.

Remainders of your heart left in public disarray,
reminders from all evil that nothing gold can stay.