Ink slashed apon this page

my poet’s quill dipped in rage


My story it does tell

as I lull you to sleep with my poets spell


As soft as the velvet in Pandora’s box

as sharp as jagged rocks


Of death’s sweet kiss

of sweet wine and bliss


Stories of battles fought hard and won

of winters rage and the setting sun


Born of a sorceress brew

are the stories that I bring to you


Fables of dragon’s caves and whispers just out of sight

the rustling of leaves and the Asp’s bite


As loud as war drums

intoxicating as pirate rum


Stories of love and hate

my beating heart on a plate


The moments in between the moments when all is lost

fighting the good fight at any cost


Your now living in a poet’s dream

experiencing only things that I have seen




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