WriterMy pen is my sword,Writer9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My words my shield.
I am a warrior,
These are the weapons I wield.
The blood I draw is fictional,
And so are the people I slay.
Wars are waged because of me,
I let the bodies fall where they may.
It seems as though I'm invincible,
That I simply can't be slain.
That's because the world is mine,
I bring the sadness, I make the rain.
Everything is under my control,
The people, the places, the things.
Buildings are mine to crumble,
People are puppets and I pull the strings.
To some I am a matchmaker,
I've made many a couples' love live.
But I can easily become a reaper,
And remove the pleasures I give.
I've driven many a man to insanity,
By slowly stealing his mind.
I draw lines of hatred,
And create ties that bind.
When my sword strikes the last word,
The world comes to a halt.
When immortalized on its pages,
In my victory I can exalt.
But inspiration shall strike again,
So have no fear.
I am a warrior of words,
And the next adventure is always near.