Power of My Pen
Walking through isolated lands
chewing chestnuts and half rotten fangs
shrieking hands and quaking feet
dying from thirst in this blood dryong heat
Cracking feet and sullen eyes
filled with tears from sonorious cries
Over mountains and as ocean rage
i never sieze to take advantage...........
the power of my pen
locks of strife in poetic dens
forcing quakes and slides,in barries
molten rock steam on carriers
and then the draconian ways
gives way to halycon days
forming a pictureque of poetic grace
as the light wind of euphoria caresses my face
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