As the pen parades across an empty page,
leaving lingering lines that will last for an age,
we pause and wonder with innocent guise,
just what is going on behind calculating eyes.
As the nib scars the surface of the delicate leaf and ink leaves a legacy of time,
oh-so brief, beneath heavy lids lie eyes that deceive,
leaving scars on the flesh and a heart that must grieve.
* Written by Darren Scanlon, 12th January 2016.
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