The pencil soars across the black page
painting imagination, uniqueness
illuminating places concealed in the corner of your mind
bringing eccentric beasts into the fabric of reality
blustering winds rush over once serene, quiet glades
rainbows tango in the sky
translucent beads of water descend from cerulean skies
wars will rage for countless years
a hero will die to save a friend from a sinister fate
millions of ideas in your head
all tinkle out on ghost white paper
and will lead and sing the language of the soul
