My Sword Of Passion

MY SWORD OF PASSION

 

 

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,

 

Letting the passion of my sword to take flight.

 

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

 

I use my pen as a pawn,

 

For the promise of tomorrows wolf songs.

 

Then I release the passion that is bottled inside,

 

Giving strength and devotion to lengthen my stride!

 

But on occaision a beast circles overhead!

 

This fire breathing dragon is what I most dread!

 

The foul acrid air of burnt words and more,

 

Threaten to bar creativity’s door.

 

Will I duel with the dragon, and fight fire with fire?

 

Or will my armor burn, leaving my wings entrenched in quagmire!

 

It will depend on the dragon’s defense,

 

I know I must not show fear or relent!

 

My sword of passion and it’s devotion to wildlife will take care of the rest;

 

There is so little sence in mans vast expanse!

 

His actions are unreasonable, greed has placed him in a trance.

 

To much is at risk to leave the futue of wolves and habitat to happenstance.

 

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

 

Knowing truth and honor cannot be denied!

 

Wish me luck!

 

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