In the realm of words and dreams, behold August's scene,
Where the Lord of Ink, in his majestic scheme,
Crafts verses bold, like a poet's cherished dream,
With quill in hand, he reigns supreme.

With a heart ablaze, and a mind so keen,
He conjures tales, both grand and serene,
From the depths of his soul, where muses convene,
The Lord of Ink, a creative machine.

His words, like rivers, flow in a constant stream,
Each stanza a star in the poet's grand scheme,
He paints with phrases, like an artist's dream,
The Lord of Ink, a literary regime.

In the...