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
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