• Now as I stand here
    Thinking of what say
    My mind floats astray
    To that fateful day
    When I was down on my luck
    When I had no home
    And I was all alone in my own dome
    My life came to a dead stop
    I hit rock bottom...
    I think about my life
    And regret Fate's choice
    Then I suddenly hear a voice
    And I look up as I was confuse
    As I see the blinding figure
    The figure of a muse
    I shield my eyes as I beheld thee
    And then she said to me
    'Are thou blinded by what ye see?'
    I ask "But how does one
    see such beauty and grace?"
    As she came down to me and
    Looked into my face
    For hours she examined me
    And narrowed in the space
    She then laid her hand on my cheek
    And I felt a change inside
    As her soft skin
    Made contact with mine
    I opened my eyes
    To this angel divine
    'The pen is mightier than the sword.'
    She said as she handed me a quill
    And with the quill
    Came into me a new age
    As I started to write words
    That filled every page
    I just wrote and wrote
    With a burning passion
    I wrote every feeling and meaning,
    Every word and action
    About foxes, wolves,
    And different species
    I wrote all I could
    About these fantasies
    I wrote for what seems
    Like centuries
    Then I stopped and looked
    At my book full of stories
    I looked up at the muse
    And said "All is well."
    And it was at that moment
    That is, that I fell
    Down from the clouds
    Which she was atop
    I closed my eyes
    Wishing the fall to stop
    And when I opened them up
    To see what fathomed
    I was laying in my bed
    And I thought about what happened
    I felt something in my hand
    And I looked to see
    I saw the feathered quill
    That the muse had given me
    And it was from that
    Moment on I knew
    That I am a writer
    And writing is what I do