Ink Drops Like Rain
Ink Drops Like Rain
The Devil tried to take a bite of me.
I watched his ringlets twirl.
I've finally reached the spot
where I knew I was going to be.
It's a lose lose, to hell
and back to tell all that I see.
I asked for pens from the devil's guard.
He thinks he knows my name.
For months now I roam these empty halls,
and now the song is gone.
My name is hidden beyond the star's pain-
it hides within a song.
My pen is like my weapon, far mightier than the sword-
it splashes ink drops like the rain.
'Till it too catches old.
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