The pen is tired and losing its edge, while frustration settles in with no bright ideas. The world is full of colour, but nothing brings a masterpiece to life.
The mind eager and impatient, eager for success, however bitter medicine flows as temporary sparks lose their path.
The forge becomes cold, an opportunity so sought after, is best to let run its course. Temporary failure for insight is not to be frowned over, instead should be treated with care for failure shadows success.
Dark clouds loom over one's mind. The night is young, time bountiful. Ashen cold the workshop once full of life stagnates.
A stroke with sin, a stroke with ambition, a stroke with life and death, a stroke with vitality.