Words, Master Of
This dark light
A war outbreak
I cannot write
There is a leak
Inside my mind
A lively death
I cannot find
The words are Myth
Where are the words
I call them, they hide
Summoning their accord
They bow and abide
Like vipers they strike
My servants, letters
Turn on me and attack
They disable the better
Oh, how they used to follow
Me the creator, Father
Their leader now hallow
Creates no bother
So now the letters are left
In the ink, a Tomb
The new master, the same man
Is as dark as a bomb
They cry, the letters
Wanting a world, to be fed
To get by, to be better
Not to be in the tomb, Dead
The master cries out at night
For the comfort of the words
A great inner fight
Bitter as gourds
He can’t hold back
He creates a masterpiece
The words flow from his hands
They cannot cease
The Man is reborn
The Master of words
A light on darkness
The letters abide, they bow
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