Alcott Hewitt held a pen,

called “crazy” by his brethren.

Abaddon Morte held an axe

big enough to turn the earth to wax.

Many champions tried and failed

to best this hellish beast, to no avail.

every time they stepped up, their plan went askew

that vile axe cleaved them in two.

But one man stood convinced

he could face the beast and never wince.

“Hey look, it’s crazy Alcott Hewitt, trying to face the fiend”

the crowd said, amused as they convened.

Abaddon laughed with glee,

he said “Young man, you’d better flee.

Your comrades think you nothing but nuts.”

Alcott retorts, “This pen may not be sharp, but it cuts!”

Abaddon responds with a grin,

Some poor fellow's blood staining his chin.

"Fool, you've made your last gaffe!

With this axe, I'll cut you in half!"

And so he made good on his promise

Abaddon for once, was honest.

Alcott, now gone from this joint

Unbeknownst to Abaddon, had already proven his point.

People wrote of his deed for years to come

When they spoke his name, they banged a drum.

And soon came the day that Abaddon was done:

A battle lost, a battle won.

I actually wrote about this in my book, "A Collection of Short Stories" because why not. In short, no, they each have their own uses. One would night go to war with a pen nor write an essay with a sword. I encourage you to go read my "story" though. The book cover for the ebook is also my pfp.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words do permanent damage."

(author unknown)

I heard this line in a movie once, and it stuck with me. I was only a child, but I recognized its poignancy even at my young age. Probably because I was already intimately aware of the power of words.

I broke my arm when I fell out of a swing. It healed within weeks. I barely remember the incident. But what I do remember is every insult, accusation and threat my father ever hurled at me. And these were just fleeting spoken words. Written words have a permanence to them. As such, they have the potential for far more harm.

Words can lift you up, or drag you down. A rousing speech can incite a riot, a rebellion, a revolution. A thought-provoking poem can move you to tears. A good book can change your life, and a bad review can ruin it.

The absolute worst a sword can do is kill a person (and only once). Written words have the power to kill. But they also the power to heal. Is the pen mightier than the sword? The answer is yes.

Yes! yes, you see with a pen much like a sword you need a hand to wield it. Had the young lad been given a chance to employ his pen i'm sure others would agree, unfortunatly a man from an enemy kingdom had brandished his sword far before the boy could weild his pen. Now he doesn't have hands to wield his pen with, let alone a head to think of the wonderful thoughts he'd write. So yes, the pen is mightier than the sword and because of that; Time became the swords cruel mistress.