““I heard there was a battle, between a pen and a sword. Between a few deathly strikes, and one simple word The sword could not defeat a few thousand men, A thousand worded lecture was written by the pen. The lecture drove them all, to temporary death. Its words dragged on like lullabies, and stole their very breath. The sword was not able to bring tears to ones eyes, Without striking love and telling many lies. The pen however knew how to make ones insides melt, when composing a sonnet so powerful and svelte. The sword ended up covered, with blood and salty tears. It's blade getting heavy, from battling all those years. And I hear that they still battle, the sword and the pen. Words clashing, sword smashing, Again and again. If you stop- and listen closely, You'll hear the pens words. You'll hear them calling out, against the metal swords.””
