Tell me then ,
why they're fated together? The pen and the ink ?

The ink lies meek
With the pen it doth speak.
soaked in spirits powerful
Moulding mundane to artful.
That's why they're fated together !

Silent fingers woven around
Through the pen's lips my poetry's bound
Mere words nothing but mute
Breathes life my ink absolute.
That's  why they're fated together !