White void before me - you do not daunt me!
Your emptiness serves as a vacuous space, practically pulling poetry and prose from my poised paws - you do not daunt me.
A magnet for manuscripts indeed. Maliciously will I mark on your malevolent pages. Tis with murderous intent I maraud your milky span - you do not daunt me.
Firmly sets my hand against the grain of your greedy, glum leaves to assert - no - to accost the black characters which belong there. You do not daunt me.
I write on and I do rob you. Till black is your hue will I resign to rhythmically wring rhymes and sprout rich rivulets of writer's wroth upon your every rigidity. You do not daunt me.
Oh how awfully horrendous is the sight of your white! Be it so, once black your pages are, white shall become my new black and so white become your scar. You do not daunt me!
Your emptiness serves as a vacuous space, practically pulling poetry and prose from my poised paws - you do not daunt me.
A magnet for manuscripts indeed. Maliciously will I mark on your malevolent pages. Tis with murderous intent I maraud your milky span - you do not daunt me.
Firmly sets my hand against the grain of your greedy, glum leaves to assert - no - to accost the black characters which belong there. You do not daunt me.
I write on and I do rob you. Till black is your hue will I resign to rhythmically wring rhymes and sprout rich rivulets of writer's wroth upon your every rigidity. You do not daunt me.
Oh how awfully horrendous is the sight of your white! Be it so, once black your pages are, white shall become my new black and so white become your scar. You do not daunt me!
Yeah, I wanted to write something and this happened. It is rather early in the morning..perhaps something will come to me since it seems my muse has left me. Criticism welcome; by all means - help. [laughs] It should not be allowed to end while still so short.....the white is still at large. smile
