My Pen … .

The beauty of my pen

Is gracious is my message.

The ink flows into the paper

And soaks me in its hue.

My legs are still,

As I watch my pen dance;

It dances o’er the plain.

See its elegant movement.

The calligraphy I write

Only show how twisted

My mind is.

I bleed till … .

My pen is gracious.

A dancer of a kind.

It moves my hand to purpose;

Even to draw blood.

“The pen is mightier than the sword”;

And so,

I am quite murderous.

I kill with precision,and guilty not.

My hands are tied,

Even as I write.

“The pen is mightier than the sword”;

Shall I cut the rope?