Who knows when he first appeared?
The wizard's only son.
He's the one the blank page feared.
His pen's a loaded gun.
Rhythmic and rapid -
Mellifluous flow ~
Colour meets canvas.
Watch the scene grow.
With inky curves
New lines are wrought.
Pull'em from the ether.
Dip'em in thought.
Callous and cruel.
Loving and sweet.
Come take a ride
Down the grizzled poet's street.
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