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 . . .
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