Swords are raised and battles fought,
Thus poets live beyond the grave,
For there are warriors who are poets
Tho’ not to pen a stave.
There are poets of the battles fought
Who oppose the advancing horde,
And these are poets who were warriors
Tho’ ne’er to swing a sword.
Of swords and quills and battles fought,
So shall be the poets heard,
But there are poets doomed to silence
Who shall not resound a word.
Inspiration, Dreams, Poetry