(a) intro

And with this stroke I hammer down the first line.

As mind burns bright and wracked body consumed faster still,

Lies kindled a forge of dark fancies yet unrealized.

Aglow with fever of creative trepidation does it beckon.

For tonight I draw forth the stuff of sleepless nights,

Of lonesome walks in the rain and numbing frost that ever lasts.

Hold steadfast resolve in one and untempered thoughts in other,

Let loose bridled inspiration as from nothing I will it to be,

And be nothing shall it remain,

As I weave this tale and fashion forth my neverland.

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posted by Jeff at 8:18 PM