Writing Wrongs – One Duel At A Time

My sword is my pen.

Dueling the dragon with my sword.


Sometimes when words are locked in my mind;

And my weapon, the pen finds the paper unlined.

In a fight for life, I must follow the light;

Unleashing my passion of the sword to take flight!

To right natures wrongs, to ensure blurred lines are redrawn;

I duel using my pen as a pawn, for the promise of tomorrows wolf’ songs.

I just think of the passion that is bottled inside; 

And devotion gives strength to lengthen my stride!

But on occasion a beast circles over my head;

The fire-breathing dragon is what I most dread!

The foul acrid air of burnt words and more;

Threaten to burn down creativity’s enlightened door.

Will I duel with the dragon, and fight in his quagmire?

Will I have to don armor and fly with wings on a fire?

It will depend on the dragon’s defense, but am I really up to the test?

My sword of passion has never failed, my love for wildlife will take care of the rest.

There is so little sence in mans vast expanse, his morality seems lost in his trance;

I will not risk the future of a species biodiversity to  happenstance.

So I must take up the sword as I have done all my life;

Knowing truth and honor cannot be denied!


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