Warrior of Write
Poetry, a weak man’s sword
Forced to yield it to prove my brawn
A joke, a jest I had voiced my displeasure
Reluctant and grumbling I grasped the hilt
But soon my feelings took a tilt
How strange it felt, perfect in my hands
With a swing and a poise it became a dance
Swishing and twirling through that canvas of letters
Inked paper coming to life and I the creator
A burning peace never felt before
Language and soul entangled to one
But alas our final song has come
Time to return to a life of power and strength
The life of a fearsome, brave knight
To cast aside the pen, a weakening sight
Scorn and ridicule my peers will hurl
Choosing the dance instead of the duel
But treasure of treasures that warmth of words
To her, my new queen I swear fealty
Throwing off my last master’s hold on me
Refusing the ruins of a past life
Reborn and seeking forth a new mission
An ocean of ink yet to be explored
Gripping the quill with all my might
My trusted partner in this new right