My pen

Between my fingers and my thumb, It rests so quiet but never dumb, sliding and gliding on the open page, It keeps me busy in my bookish cage. Its life flows straight from its fountain of ink, with which it makes the longest link It pricks and probes with it's nifty nib it's a tiny tooth, it's an eloquent tip Digging and daring from the days of the old An ancient tool forever bold. In it's inky fountain there is a glowing fire we stoke it deep and it takes us higher silent warrior with the thunderous words to make us succeed forever mightier than the mightiest sword, MY PEN!