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.