1. The pen has become feverish in the region
With its youth dispensing events as they are dispensed

2. And if its supply has been shortened, yet for it
The long nights remain sleepless

3. Will the sensitive ones sing its song?
And will their tinkling be too weak for its rustling?

4. It has related tales of wolf and doe that if not for it
A blade would be idle and a pen blunt

5. Its stab is layers upon
Layers as letters formed of dots

6. Each lost as to the likeness held
So look to the narrative, it is most noble

7. It suffices as pride that every fate
Flows by what it has inscribed and dispensed