Dot

It all starts with a simple flick of the wrist,
Paper meets pen, infinite possibilities in your midst.
You watch as a solitary circle of ink takes form.
It swells with purpose and passion warm,
In anticipation of the building of beautiful text,
And the direction you’ll choose to move in next.

The ink glides across the parchment content,
Giving life to shapes of artistic intent.
The stage is set and the story begins above,
Of life, of courage, and unending love;
Tales overflowing the cup of creativity,
Born of a desire to breathe life into passivity.

Thoughts and emotions manifest as women and men,
Who live and die at the will of the wielder’s pen,
In a world of magic more colorful than our own,
Run rampant with beasts of myths unknown,
Where fiery dragons and deathly monsters rage,
Valiant knights follow the magnificent mage,
And the noble King sits on the almighty throne,
Ruling just and wise from his castle of stone.

You’ll weave a tale of unfathomable mystery,
In a realm so real but of sinister history.
Taking an adventure through hope, betrayal and penitence,
Pages become chapters as time fades away hence.

The tale finally, to its climactic crescendo is brought,
And it ends as it began, with an unassuming dot.