The Rise of a Fallen Poet
From the dark a fallen poet finally woke
This time his words were never a joke.
His pen danced with writing magic
As it constructed lines with logic.
Now, he wrote about things most dear
And he wrote without any fear.
He wrote poetry about no review
But composed to give a point of view.
He wrote of things that touched the heart
Without fear, his voice played its part
No reviews to sway his pen's might
Just a point of view, shining bright
His words gave choice, gave voice to the few
The ignored, the blind, now saw anew
Images and similes flowed free
Opening eyes, setting spirits free
Language, his potent spear
Pierced hearts, lent ears
No foul words, just gentle care
To capture lost souls, show them they'd share
He wrote to ease, to calm the mind
Not to tease, but to be kind
Poetry, his platform strong
Imparting wisdom, all day long.
Inspired by Skat A( The fallen poet)
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