Sydni Indman Photography
Meeting Of The Muses
The Diamond Scroll Was Empty
My Feather Pen Made Ready
Ink Formed Of Shadow Tears
And Tales Of The Long Darkness
Haunted By The Depth Of The Realms
I Looked Over At My Many Muses
Each Beckoning My Hearts Longing
In Hopes That I May Be Their Scribe
But I Had My Own Song To Sing That Night
My Own Glyph To Carve Into Stone
My Own Story To Write Into The Pages
Of The Permanent Record