~𝘝𝘈𝘓𝘜𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘈 𝘗𝘌𝘕,

In the battle ground’s midst, I contend, With a quill as my sword, my dear friend. Words like arrows they soar, On the page they will score, In this clash, it’s my pen I defend. When the chaos surrounds and foes dance, With ink in my hand, I’ll take a stance. While the warriors fight hard, I’ll sketch dreams in my yard, For the heart finds its peace in this chance. So let swords clash in turmoil all day, In the fray, I shall write my own way. For the power of thought, In this battle, I’ve sought, With my pen, I will never betray.