23 November 2012
You wield your sword with utmost ease Myself, I wield a pen You cry and leap forward, roaring While I yawn and start again
A dragon looms from inky darkness While my pen is scratching away Sparkling scales like precious jewels Breathing fire into the fray
That's more like it! Fantasy is good But something's missing I think So how about a princess or two Crafted from finest ink
Waving my pen on the front line I hear battling cries all around The clash of steel upon steel rings And there are people falling to ground
The battlefield was white with snow Now there are scarlet splashes I feel the weight of the enemy soldiers As one of them into me crashes
We're getting there! It's waking up Like a slumbering beast surprised Breathing life into the page I can see into their eyes
Fear is etched into the faces As into the battle they go Who shall I choose to live or die? It's difficult for me to know
You see, I am a writer And when my writing comes alive I feel myself transported there I'm lucky to survive
The depths of my ink-bound world Know no boundaries, not ever And whilst the sword of life shall rust These swords will last forever!
I.Sparrow For the writers.
The Pen Is Mightier • Opuss № I