Pen is mightier than the sword they say
A sword cuts but a pen goes deeper
One opens the flesh, the other goes all the way
to the soul, a hold steadfast and proper.
The sword wielding hand fights
The pen snuggles cozily in a grip
One draws blood with all its might
The other races on a wordy trip.
A writer wields the inky instrument
With aplomb and smouldering power
Bursting with energy half spent
Making characters, lives, stories flower.
A twist in the tale
An unexpected swing of imagination
Turns the open hand of fate
Creation, destruction, re- creation.
Creator of an alternate universe
The master of its destiny
His process of prose and verse
A potent legacy for eternity!
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