The Writer

The Writer wrote and Light came out,

Splitting darkness, He called it Day.

Heavens formed His next line,

Water, Sky as Beauty spread.

He called the coasts from Sea to be.

Hung the Moon on unseen stand,

Jupiter, Sun and Saturn too.

With spinning motion Writer sent.

Night and day O’ not alike,

Sets my time from here to there.

Time makes music to be heard.

“Arise! and read the tale” the Writer spoke.

With unseen pen and His own hand,

He sprinkled sky with heaven’s host.

The Writer’s fancy running wild,

Elephants, Zebras, and Lions too,

Animals countless and each unique.

“Man” He wrote, “come rule it all!”

Trusted creature, blameless now,

As Writers love came spilling out.

“I write to know what I’m about.”

Creature fled as Writer wrote.

Breaking the bonds as Ink ran out.

Thinking free ‘they’ settled in.

Our own existence, ours to write!

As Writer wrote, they wrote their own.

Owning history their stories wrote.

Wars and rumors, nations, lands.

Prophets, Priests and Poet Kings.

From spear to sword then cannon fear.

Ships set sail and found ‘new’ lands.

Creature spread both far and near.

Writer wrote as cities rose.

The Writer’s dream was not it seemed.

Inscribing history His characters fled.

Writers Pen, the blood it bled,

Spilled the Ink as creatures flee,

Blood red with sorrow n’er to end.

Writer come and hold my hand,

Guiding nudge towards heavens land.

The story write with Pen that bled.