Bard & Quill

A story sits,

A writer is sentenced,

Have you ever been, in the woods at night?

Under my finger and my thumb, the keys rests, snug as a rug,

I challenge,

There are few,

I am caught,

I’m afraid,

The first light,

A writer is,

There’s a moment,

There are certain,

Ink and,

A man walked,

On this hallowed,

Deep in the woods,

A story is crafted,