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 future 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!