The
wise sword…
On
Athena’s chariot the mind leaps forth,
Ink
explores into the virgin scroll.
Charisma
of nymphs admiring hearts behold,
Bewildering
rhymes from the quill will roll.
Molten
words casted into an ultimate Sword,
Dashes
swiftly on the wise hermits soul.
In
million dimensions floats a wandering soul,
The
poets harp will bring emotions forth.
Tightly
grasp on an enlightened sword,
A
sage through wilderness must scroll.
The
dices of fate the Moirai shall roll,
Only
glow of fireflies the world will behold.
Union
of ice and lava the eyes behold,
Fire
and fumes blend to sooth the soul.
Along
riverbed the bright pebbles roll,
A
Rainbow the tears of waterfall bring forth.
A
malaise has an urge for a healing scroll,
A
master will penchant for a swirling sword.
The
depth of cuts displays craft of a sword,
Might
of brilliance through mind all behold.
History
will preserve this priceless scroll,
Within
it lies essence of the creating soul.
Hearts
of mankind will jump back and forth,
Till
mesmerizing beats the maestro will roll.
Drops
of wine in mouth swirl and roll,
Silence
and solitude will sharpen the sword.
Wisdom
will bring the eloquence forth,
Vines
of memories the time shall behold.
Pour
in goblet more wine for the soul,
Drunkard
dances intoxicated by this scroll.
Redeem
senses or forever be lost in scroll,
Sedated from the stairs of heavens fall and roll.
The
remedy for the craving of a poetic soul,
On
top of a mountain play with a sword.
Minerva
will send her owl to behold,
In
her presence your skill will come forth.
A
mighty scroll cuts as a Sword,
In
soul with open hearts behold,
Poets
roll molded in sword, an enigma it brings Forth.
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