Might of the Pen

Armor of a paladin I write from the heart ink dipped, Time to start now let me sketch you a tropical blend Swords seek to cut me they find empty glory assailants out of energy elegant are my stories Learning from wise men forever I am learning my yearning, keeps fire burning a thought process that's ever turning Pens sharp enough to slay evil pharaohs melody of a masterpiece flowing through the wind shooting them down like I'm using elven arrows darkening the sky and shading their skin ink splattered by my pen Passion that outshines mermaids fins still I'm mixing a tropical blend now its time to begin I'm going to pamper this poem as if I'm a mother hen Studying the philosophy of art, requires concentration Bruce Lee is my inspiration silent as I hark, "be water" he said empty your cup for optimal education Fist of the northern star barrage of a thousand pens the dragon strikes again now we near our journeys end no weapons needed, mightier is my pen