Pesem.si - Kamena Strela - My devotee - I was dreaming of a penwhich wields the words as brightest men

My devotee
Komentarji (4)

My devotee

I was dreaming of a pen
which wields the words as brightest men
whose ink is thick as wizards' blood
with style like lotus free from mud.

Therefore I saw the guru chant
of miracles beyond dreamland
His eyes were razor sharp and blue
Yet - still - I didn't have a clue.

Above - the passing clouds so dark
and thunder, lightning - hear my mark:
Beware the reckless scribbling pal
severely bedazzling your morale.

Of friend and foe and all the wits
the best of all, my genie fits.
The poet quite renowned I'd be
As soon as in my hand I'll see
The magic pen - my devotee!