It's a Writer's Thing

I hold this sword within my grasp.

With it, I can defeat the rest;

With it I can

Leave this ordinary world

As it is

And create my own.

The torrent of life

That streams from this sword

Floods the enemy with

Whatever I choose:

Whether love or sorrow

Fear or joy

With this lovely weaponry I unleash my wrath

With enough power to destroy

Or create

Whatever I choose.