My pen stands poised over the paper,
Waiting for my command to attack,
I let loose words slip through my fingers
And a sudden fear thrusts me back!
The Gods cry without a stop
Filling my heart with deep remorse,
And Black thunder sounds its gong,
I try to speak but my words have lost its force
The blank page stares right at me
“I have failed you again” I whisper
And the truth slices my soul without any pity
I cling to my heart and am reduced to a whimper
“I can write no more” I scream
I choke on cold air, gasping,
And vomit ink all over my feet
Thunder peals; Battle drum ringing
The heavens above bellowed
“Is this how you repay us?
We have given you everything!
Quills, Ink and Papyrus!”
“Forgive me; I do not know what to do!”
I beseech and fall at their mercy
“Get up and start scribbling tales, you fool!”
Their taunting voices hurting me deeply
I pick myself up,
A lost soul,
And I feel guilty,
Am I a creature so filthy and foul?
From somewhere deep in the woods,
Came a thrashing noise,
Out flew my favorite quill and other goods
Followed by a sweet honey voice.
“Child, sit down and pour your heart out,
This is a place to rekindle your fire,
And your old art will return without doubt!
Just don’t get mislead by your own evil desire”
Lady Hope filled me with promise,
Her twins, Joy and Belief, danced with me all night,
And when I woke up, I found myself facing another sunrise,
And I set out to conquer all the tales with my might!
And there my story begins
And this one ends!
A story teller like no other was born,
To bewitch and startle with her knapsack
Full of fables and myths!
And the Gods danced with joy,
They had finally found her,
Their beloved wordsmith!
Waiting for my command to attack,
I let loose words slip through my fingers
And a sudden fear thrusts me back!
The Gods cry without a stop
Filling my heart with deep remorse,
And Black thunder sounds its gong,
I try to speak but my words have lost its force
The blank page stares right at me
“I have failed you again” I whisper
And the truth slices my soul without any pity
I cling to my heart and am reduced to a whimper
“I can write no more” I scream
I choke on cold air, gasping,
And vomit ink all over my feet
Thunder peals; Battle drum ringing
The heavens above bellowed
“Is this how you repay us?
We have given you everything!
Quills, Ink and Papyrus!”
“Forgive me; I do not know what to do!”
I beseech and fall at their mercy
“Get up and start scribbling tales, you fool!”
Their taunting voices hurting me deeply
I pick myself up,
A lost soul,
And I feel guilty,
Am I a creature so filthy and foul?
From somewhere deep in the woods,
Came a thrashing noise,
Out flew my favorite quill and other goods
Followed by a sweet honey voice.
“Child, sit down and pour your heart out,
This is a place to rekindle your fire,
And your old art will return without doubt!
Just don’t get mislead by your own evil desire”
Lady Hope filled me with promise,
Her twins, Joy and Belief, danced with me all night,
And when I woke up, I found myself facing another sunrise,
And I set out to conquer all the tales with my might!
And there my story begins
And this one ends!
A story teller like no other was born,
To bewitch and startle with her knapsack
Full of fables and myths!
And the Gods danced with joy,
They had finally found her,
Their beloved wordsmith!