Swirl

Warn every one of what
Is coming around the swirl
Of ink bitter and precise
Faster than lock or dagger
The poison it does hold
Deep with its beauty
Transcribing to page barely
Able to say no
Demonic entities in dark
Waiting in ink drips
To grasp a hostage
For an eternity longer
Than it seems beneath
The swinging broken light
Nothing does heal only
Swallowed under the swirl
Of ink precise and bitter