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.