The blank page ever so sweet forever stained by words of ink. Have you ever seen something so pure as a blank page. It is a calm in the chaos, so full of potential, it hums with energy but for to add an inky catalyst if ever there was a gamble in chance. One way it could fizzle in twilight drizzle the other laid bare and forged in mount doom. One page to bring them all, one word to bind them, one story to show them all and in the darkness confine them.