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Genesis In Black Ink (A God I Am)


I am the carver of worlds sculpted from ink. drawn from dark waters the fountain of my pen. I have built cities I have raised mountain, planted forests wrought from razor strokes and shadows smooth as silk. I have spawned a thousand shades of grey, from but black ink, and white paper. so fine, no eye is beyond their deception. such is my mastery, such is mine art. I am as close to god as any man may claim, for I am the lord of my creation, bound not by the laws of this world. What I see, what I will, so it is. The work of my hand, rendered beyond reproach.
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