Darting through the page it cackles in delight,
a puckish fiend, a thief in devilish spite.
Giving chase in bright daylight,
Pulling forth a pen the hero begins to write.
The fiend it cackles on,
ill-writ words cannot untwist a plot.
Ink smears across the letters drawn,
all seems lost and done for naught.
Blood quickens for a fight,
justice is the better of revenge.
Roaring a command to write,
she does the wounded pride avenge.
Flashing blade of polished steel,
it did the grievous wounded heal.