From the dead, I rise.

[bigheadedknight]

The tomb still remains silent.
The dust even thicker than last time I disturb.
Nothing here but my own voice, echoing back at me.

The time is right to do this; to pick up my pen,
to spill my blood across the sheet,
so that others may enjoy the stories
that are try to burst forth from me.

It is time, to rise once more.