Slice the page with sharpened quill,

          Cause tales of blood and magic

                   To flow and fill the page.

Give life to bleeding ink

          Send its sorcery to stain and spoil

                   The virgin, bone-white parchment;

Sacrifice the virgin papyrus,

          Cut and carve its fragile layers

                   Reveal the fire locked inside.

Give birth to a living stone,

          Unveiling a diamond in the rough

                   With icy heart made of stone.

Bathe the stone in living ink

          Polish it until it shines

                   Watch it glitter clean and pure.

Caress its still, icy heart

          Until it beats and burns

                   With inner fire and life within.

Transformed, virgin papyrus no more

          Metamorphosed by living ink

                   Into a living, breathing soul.