i am
the stuttering lips
of an accursed pen
taking a leap
to the Lions den
braving the shadows
of a haunted grave
taunting the gallows
obstructing the waves

yet I dwell
in the cowering nest
in the the lighted dark
of a lonely sparrow
and hark!
I am my own best

let them mock
with those deceit twisted words
let them jest
while I cower in my nest
yet I will not duck
when my image come hurtling towards me
I stick loyally with this sword
with it I can never be bored

with all this I mean
when the world deceit shall see...
this resolve shall remain with me
that I remain me
PENultimate din

© benigreatest
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