Once upon a yesteryear,
great morals caught in divide,
two artists' worlds collided
unbeknownst, this story arrived.

The builder offered a hand.
The writer shook it, curiously.
Together, over spirit and void,
formed ideas into solid plans.

Every legend bears a lesson.
In this one, two are outlined:
Three importances unspoken-
no mention on capacity or time,
nor around material,
nor measure marking
said creation's details
subpar or sublime.

As the writer wandered,
days and others
gathered into view,
with new ambitions
and ideas pondered
into narrative fuel.
They penned many great story,
Even a series about a builder!
Someone made a bookshelf in glory,
and curated a library too.

For the builder,
the original story ended
at the scaffolding.
Prepared materials spoiled
under debated seasons unfolding,
whether to continue the project alone.
Their craft now abandoned
for a quill of their own.

Thus, the life of a mediocre writer-
inviting the reader to determine
the cost of art.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Valnuary, in the year 1004 AF.