Why do you write you masters of the ink?
Is it for we lesser beings to study the phrases that you pen?
Beautiful words of natures splendour
Or the dark words of a tormented soul
Or like me they can be words telling of many things
A birdsong in the dead of night
Or a tale of Elven folk.
No matter of what you write
The ink flows from an imaginative mind
Words handed down through the ages
To still be read when we are gone