Preserving the people of the past

Carrying the truth,

And hiding our lies.

It silently carries the lovestruck  message,

Or creating the brutal note of heart-break.

With power to condemn,

Or power to restore—

The blemishing dot, on a white page.

The flowing of darkness into the pure.

This power of gods, is one simple thing

Ink in a pen,

And a mind that can see.