Prose...

Your world is inviting,

Reminding me of

Smiles from The Shining.

Your words are alluring,

once inside it all starts stirring.

So many of you here.

The cathedral set to fill.

Fingertips now spill,

the writings on the wall,

now encapsulate us all.

Blood and ink one in the same,

flowing ever freely.

Kings and Queens are crowned here,

Immortality through language,

jewels polished by expression,

Renewed by wisdoms we are shedding.

One could easily be lost here;

Resting in the pages,

our peers have been providing.

A mourning in the world,

ink replaced by tears.

There is evil out there lurking,

feeding off of fears.

An extinction of the heroes,

made worse with passing years.

Empires will surely crumble,

from the weight of our words.

The pen our greatest weapon,

in a dying world.

To all of you my Muses,

We must not stay to play.

A weary world dying,

that may not last another day.

Rise up and stand united.

A darkness needs defeating.

With faith upon the heart,

like a strengthening to our feet,

relentless we go marching,

A flood onto the streets.

Goodbye, comfort of this dwelling.

We've got promises to keep.