Quill Your Darlings

The poet's ink flows like blood

As she births words with her quill

Pouring her thoughts on the pad

Filling the pages with fun and thrill

As the laureate's heart beats

With every triumph and defeat

Her words dance, ebb, and flow

Echoing her agony and sorrow

Quill Your Darling enchants with magic

Like a sorcerer's book of spell

It would fill your head with tricks

And deliver you to your mind's hell.