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Constructs formed of keys and speckled plumes of light,
To fly on wings of pen and ink, the cause of what I write
Travel down these cold, dust covered, and barren halls
Come with me and read the writing on these withered walls..

Men are born of blood and hate, and spread their sin like sand
Out of every thousand passed, there extends one gentle hand
Forms reveal themselves to be, and then take feathered-flight
To fly on wings of pen and ink, the cause of what I write

Molded into minds alike, the apparent passages of time
What stories told, since man began and learned how to rhyme?
The bird of lore, the muses made, and inspires our insight
To fly on wings of pen and ink, the cause of what I write

He of legend, in fletching flown, the child of myth and night
To fly on wings of pen and ink, the cause of what I write
Expression's tale of talent told, and then some of his might-
To fly on wings of pen and ink, the cause of what I write

Muse of mine, be tethered not, no falcon's gaze is yours
For your eyes of fire have seen much upon those distant shores
Act of courage, or of faith, but never out of predatory spite
To fly on wings of pen and ink, the cause of what I write
To express those things that I might think, the cause of what I write

The cause, what cause? This cause of what I write..
Expression's fate and heart and soul, the cause of what I write..
To fly on wings of pen and ink, the cause of what I write
To fly on wings of pen and ink, the cause of what I write
The cause.... of what I write

-Teh Brittie (Bp)