Diligently, the very first Scribes
Sat in their cold, dark rooms,
With only a candle aglow.
Those brown-clad old monks,
Whose lives ebbed away
While documenting for posterity.
Lighting Dark Ages History,
With their valuable, selfless service
For Generations to come.
Put aside by Gutenberg
With his printing press.
But never will they be forgotten,
Their tireless work lingers on.