I picked up the Silver quill and dipped it into the well, also Silver
Black ooze - dark as the grave - dripped from the quill,
as I lifted it out
I touched the tip of the quill to the parchment and began to scribble
Silver letters, not black, shimmered back at me . . .
I continued to write and then dipped the quill again
Thick tenebrous liquid lingered on the quill,
as I returned it to the scroll
Again and again, I dipped the quill . . .
Again and again, the afflicted sludge clung to the quill . . .
Again and again, luminous passages emerged . . .