Words, Song Of

Created by this ink These words sink Unto a page Forever Woven I’m the creator of these words Father of these letters My soul, Fiery, ignites Life born into shapes Lord of Words I’m the weaver of this ink Woven into a quilt These words tell a story With the breath of life I read these words aloud They are not words, alone But another life unfolding Beyond your wildest dreams Words let you escape Into a world unforeseen Either cold or full of life A beautiful life Set for a strife Or a deadly soul Setting no goal Blessed blood A black heart The running ink Like blood in veins A pen is a sword Destroying a life Or sacrificing one From only ink Separated by pages Chosen by readers A book only given life Over only openings Secluded on a dusty bookshelf Or stacked a tower Seen by many Read by few Words are a song Singing a life Into a book Awakening a soul Pleading to fly Into the mind Of a lover Of life Beautifully written A life unspoken Words are wrote On a dreary night Beckoning Elements Fire, Water, Earth, Wind Into its pages Scenery unfolds Forever and ever A book brings many things Into this world Such as a Song of Words