The POET

The paper and The pen

The pen is my sword the paper is my shield with those i
fight off enemys of my soul to ish they dont return i caste
them into my pen and harsh there regaments to my shield.it
has worked so far but i do not know when it will stop
working i will have to face them myself in thy own iner
army what will i do i do not know the harsh moments of my
life casted me into the darkness with no light near but i
will caste a shadow soon.

The POET