Allow the brave 
fantasize about holding great power. 
       Allow the lustful long 
for the nymph's delicate body. 
       Allow the dutiful long 
for a new endeavor 
       and the creative ponder for 
the upcoming new painting or a structure so long. 

      I am the poet, the runner, the erudite;
one among a chosen few, 
     who dares to dance with death, 
but ceases not from embracing 
      life anew. 
Into many far-flung lands 
     I have ventured into, 
seeking exotic adventure 
     where the giants settle. 

     It is me who writes 
the songs that make the heavens ring. 
    It is me who 
writes of enchanting love 
    and such great divine things. 
Behold it is me 
    who can make the virgins cry, 
that poet crafting rhyme and word 
    into song that give long lost lives 
 a new berth. 

     I write the words 
that allows one to dare entering 
     new worlds. 
I write the words that 
     cause one to long for treasure 
yet to be found. 

     My words are so sweet, 
for where they are 
     I am always to be found, 
since the angels brazenly swear that it is through them, 
    I shall now declare, 
that I am heaven bound.