Literature
the Power of the Pen
I am the Master of the past, present, and the future
My world is my story that I write
People and places come alive in my words, expertly crafted
All ages at my command, history rewritten
Mysteries unfold, and the future is predicted
Within my words, I have the faith to move mountains
I command thee- Tree, be uprooted and replant yourself,
And it does. Man, cast yourself down from the cliff and die,
And he does. Life and death I wield with my hand.
How awesome a power to behold.
Summer's sun setting, slowly sinking behind the sexy curve
Of Her horizon, is just an illusion.
More and more the reader wants, trapped a