Penned - Birdmask

You penned upon a pine a pond of prisms and lights

A friend, a fawn a fire afar in schisms and plights

And it’s always there for you

The pages' glaring hue

All her worries they fly

In the stories she will write

You built a hilt for swords of boards for battle in rage

You’re skilled but still the lords of lore will rattle your cage

And it’s always there for you

The paper’s glaring hue

All her worries they fly

In the stories she will write

In the stories she will write

I remember hearing stories you wrote for the blind

An enthralling historic event you left behind

Tales of wine and dining the city that you had left

There, perfect in timing and you wrote

And isn’t this what you need

Scripturient entity

The byzantine elegy

It’s always there for thee (It's always there for you)

It’s always there for thee

It’s always there for thee (The pages' glaring hue)

It’s always there for thee

It’s always there for thee

It’s always there for thee

It’s always there for thee

None of us will ever be as beautiful as elegies

None of us will ever be as beautiful as elegies

It’s always there for thee

It’s always there for thee