Amethyst By Pleasure

Written for an acting class project called My World but never presented. Amethyst By Pleasure details the value of writing to myself.

Of amethyst and blood, the words take form

From a forest reborn these scriptures are torn.

The plume doth dance, with a curve and a burn

Streaking in vision, entrancing the norm

And with its depiction, creation, and yearn

It draws the scribes arm to an enlightening turn.

The plume takes glance of a heart eager to learn

Thus she romances cold pages in her sage return.

Tender with breath the scribe and plume conformed

A silhouette waltz in tune with blessed ink's reform.

His hands touch eyes speaking the lore

His eyes hear tongues from long before

The actors do shine, and plume composes the score

With a careful sure note such a film is adored.

It is of amethyst, of violets, roaring tiger of yore

Where comes the art, the elegance in drawing with sword

Through vivid forest, marking wood to the world

The scripture is a harvest by the scribe's own accord.

And of the amethyst by pleasure, to seduce the blue scorn

The scribe finds eternity where a sole man would mourn.