Written With A Magic Pen

Oh, what deadly magic the pen contains!

How potent the power of elements so small--

Quill and ink and paper and thought--

What terrible strength is found therein!

And where might mere mortal begin

To wield the power of the word?

By whisps and muses he is lured

To lift the pen and set it to its work,

Hoping his eternal condition might thus be cured,

Alas! His folly is his own mistake.

All his follies become thus engraved

In the stories that they overtake

And the poems that are undertaken

To prove false premise true-

No! Mortal man must not be trusted

With so powerful a tool!

And yet, we are!

So I challenge you,

Dear holder of the pen:

Write what is true.