Words, Master Of

This dark light A war outbreak I cannot write There is a leak Inside my mind A lively death I cannot find The words are Myth Where are the words I call them, they hide Summoning their accord They bow and abide Like vipers they strike My servants, letters Turn on me and attack They disable the better Oh, how they used to follow Me the creator, Father Their leader now hallow Creates no bother So now the letters are left In the ink, a Tomb The new master, the same man Is as dark as a bomb They cry, the letters Wanting a world, to be fed To get by, to be better Not to be in the tomb, Dead The master cries out at night For the comfort of the words A great inner fight Bitter as gourds He can’t hold back He creates a masterpiece The words flow from his hands They cannot cease The Man is reborn The Master of words A light on darkness The letters abide, they bow