Homophone Asseverations

I have here some intense intents,

an ode that I am owed;

so here I write about what's right,

a piece to bring me peace.

I vow to sieze the seven seas;

this bard will not be barred.

I do assent to this ascent;

through sun and rain I'll reign.

My words will raise the dawn's first rays,

the pane absorbs her pain.

She'll hear what I create down here;

real rhymes will make her reel.

The storms will throw me in their throes;

their fare is hardly fair-

but this coward won't be cowered.

Now, hear this: I'm still here!

And if I reel, I'll keep it real;

I will not mourn the morn.

I will push through the daze most days;

I won't be weak all week.

There may be sighs about the size

of each new sea I see-

but if I ail, I'll swig some ale;

doubt frays with each new phrase.

Now, I would give my fav'rite eye-

you gods please heed my pleas-

these claws must unearth ev'ry clause;

I can't bide paws that pause.

I'll be crowned prince of story prints

with tales of roguish tails;

an idol that won't sit idle-

the balm after the bomb.