The passionate pen parades across an empty page leaving lines of a life that will last for an age. We pause and wonder, with innocent guise, just what is going on behind calculating eyes. As the nib scars the surface of the delicate leaf, the ink leaves a legacy of time, so brief. For beneath heavy lids lie eyes that deceive, leaving scars on the flesh and a heart lost in grief. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 12th January 2016. Revised by Darren Scanlon, 4th Feb 2017. © 2017 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.