My Mistress

I have a mistress And her name is Pen She draws the feelings From deep down within She uses her blood To bring them to scribe So people can see What's hidden inside No matter the moment No matter the place No matter the name Nor even the face She has no discern For anyone here She commands that I write And I must adhere My mind is the motor That helps generate Electrical feelings My words eminate I sit and I ponder O'er nature and space A hideous image Or beautiful face Nothing is sacred Or hidden from light When ever I sit And Pen starts to write Rockman