Words from a Pen

Poetry

Words from a pen

Ink on parchment

Blood of the heart

Sometimes dark sometimes light

At times thick, and at times thin

Bringing a word to a sword fight

Violence is not the answer, except for when it is.

Doing battle daily with the thoughts deep within

A wendigo, blood thirsty skinwalker, a treasure hoarding dragon

Quite chivalric to battle these beasts

Approaching them drawing the pen from its sheath

What shall slay the beast? They exclaim

A silver bullet? A wooden stake?

Nay

Tis but the stroke of the sword, the ink blood of thoughts and self conquer that will protect this world so adored

A modern knight leading the way for those scared to pick up that pen, display their thoughts, or face those beasts of the night.

Facing down the Minotaur in the maze that’s a mind

Fictional beasts are exactly that, fictional.

So how were they formed

Something so false yet so real

Born from emotions and terrors, all of the thoughts inside

All those negative feelings when manifested, are brought to life

Creatures, beasts, horrors, demons, everywhere in sight

The knight approaches, looks the beast up and down, stares into its eyes.

And draws his pen to do battle

For today, will not be the day he dies.