The clarity of cut glass.
The shield of my vision,
A pen in hand, a cutlass,
I wield with purpose and a mission.
I slice through paper,
With my finely sharpened sabre.
The dragon of the white valley,
Falls prey to an inspired volley.
Launch the nouns,
Send the verbs,
Ambushed thoughts...
Release the words....
RELEASE THE WORDS!!!
Slash and stab
Cut and maim,
These words are sent with deadly aim.
The valley is ours,
It says so on paper.
Victory is clear,
Now I’ll sheathe for later.
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