• poisonous_quill 11w

    Cursed by the quil

    Let the ink of my quil flow through the veins of my
    hand and compel my weak hands trace through the countless parchments laid before me which my restless lips cannot profess .Before the bright morning, let the bodily frame work of my helpless
    body seek rest before the golden sunbeams

    Let the curses of my tired soul be entangled by
    the might of the ceaseless ink of my quil
    which surpass and gush forth from the deepest
    depth of the oceans and streaming down from
    the highest mountains known to men.

    Let history recognize the highest risks taken
    by cursed writers whose quils help to
    liberate renown writers.