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| So this is it. This is the end of the talents series. Do you guys want me to keep posting poems here? If so, what do you suggest I do? Did you like the series format or would you rather I wrote one-off poems once in a while? Just so you know, this poem is a little more serious that what I've posted on here previously, since it was written before I joined. This is also why it isn't quite so fairy-related. I hope that's okay, because I've been planning to use this poem for storytelling talent since the very beginning and I don't think it'd be very easy to rewrite/change. Please tell me how you'd like me to continue in the comments, and as always, enjoy! 
 An Inkling
 Twists and curls spiral through
 A noebook that is worn
 Never would you guess the truth
 Through handwriting and scorn
 
 
 Written voices, written lies
 Put pen to paper now
 Vanished words and
 Vanished song
 This is the final bow
 
 
 Explain away the sorrows
 Apply logic to the pain
 Oh, intellect and mind-work,
 Take sadness far away
 
 
 The mask of joy is fleeting
 But enough for the day
 As lies I am repeating
 So in this world I stay
 
 
 A spirit trapped in paper
 A song regaled to ink
 A lifeline in a pen-nib
 That could vanish in a blink
 
 
 Between the pages blessed
 Within the Book of Life
 A lonely soul has quested
 Returned carrying strife
 
 Safe again within this screen
 The typing falls to stop
 And in leaving behind this scene
 There's left behind a drop
 
 A soul hides here
 A spirit dwells
 A happiness ensconsed
 Ne'er to leave this barren place
 Where echoes no response
 
 
 
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