A spilt pot of black ink
Covers your soul
Gone in a blink
Then back with a blow
This weapon is heavy and strong and true
A friend you thought, a part of you
Then it is dashed
And reality changes
Light has entered
The darkness endangered
A spilt pot of black ink
Covers your soul
Gone in a blink
Then back with a blow
This weapon is heavy and strong and true
A friend you thought, a part of you
Then it is dashed
And reality changes
Light has entered
The darkness endangered
When I picked up The Home Coming from my book shelf it was actually to show a client how their work would look in print. It was just the number of words, not the content that was similar. Sometimes hard copy can be inspiring when your work seems only ever to be on the computer screen.