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.
©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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