My muse has smiled upon me
And my fate was sealed...
The angels wrote "a poet" upon my ivory wings ,
The speed of light is matched in thought and pen
And at the speed of thought, I'm brilliant.
They say I'm good with words but they don't know
How skilled I am in thought and under crimson light
I shine like diamonds in sunlight.
Like the sun itself! And yes, I'm unparalleled.
I'm good with words, you'll find in the dictionary
And use them with high precision...
For fate decided I will be a poet
And on it's honor, darling, the world shall know it.
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