I hold your papers or show a scene, one keeps things tight, one plays on screen.

In the shadow of the storm, a calm whispers low, The silent spell of unity, where no tempests grow. By ancient scrolls and sigils cast, harmony's glow.

I heal your stress and worry Moving blood within your body Unsavory reputation I do keep Although that's not really me The tool I use comes in handy To communicate with your anatomy

Green from me, they say you turn, a simple sin, from the ten. You see others, with their possessions, then it's time, to go to confession.

I am a pit of darkness that bleeds with a feather's touch. I hold the lamp black ichor of the written word inside me. Who am I?