Wielded Well
I live to love a little book
Each line and every page
The words transcend
My head is bent
In shapes of little stains
Controlled I hold the Wielded Well
My scepter of the mind
My little torch to wave at night
I'm awake and I'm alive
Copyright © Matt Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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