Upon This Naked Parchment Bare

Upon this Naked Parchment Bare by M. Griswold 07202022 Every stroke is dimensional against this naked parchment bare. Until the words appear, getting them to share their mystery there. And when the master makes them dance and line-up in their roles. Each noun or verb speaks its own tone, whether tis highs or lows. The spilled ink Waltz's across the page leaving marks in every place. Little footprints of magical notes from an imaginations rightful space. A puzzle fantastic as the master creates those pieces in tight filled form. Each stanza stands upon the other, to brace against times wholly storm. Upon this weary paper, those many words will stand firm, forever more. Sharing each and every hidden passion that's within a story to explore. Of an epic that was hidden, is now told by the voice given to fully tell. And whether it be fact or fiction, is however the master weaves his spell. Until finally the master's work is complete in its telling of a mind’s tale. To lay upon its bed in rest for all to bare and be judged enough for sale. Whether for coin or just a valued view, is the price that's set into fact. For if the master’s work is good or bad, tis upon the readers eyes to act.