A note of admiration from a fellow poet

He who speaks through the darkness
He who writes through the madness
He who creates world of worlds
He who sings enchanted hymns
He who inscribes those words that give me bliss
He....


A poet's response To this fantastic assumption

Tepid day o' Sheltered day 'neath shadowed emerald skies
Befell amid my poise the day it came
Deep praise in verse, to my suprise, adoring my fine art
Of making slaves to verses still untamed
Such a gift to freely shift my pupils top the page
In soulful dedication of my curse
To rip and sew the broken phrases drifting in my mind
Bending innuendos into verse
I am he who speaks thro' darkness to the laymen's eye
Yet in that shade, to me, shines bright as day
I am he who writes through madness to the laymens ear
Misunderstood; The madness is my way
I am he? Creater of the world of worlds? I fear
I walk another soul among the shades
Who's gifts surpass the average man's but still I must remind
Within the grass I'm but another blade
I am he who sings enchanted hyms thro'out the night
Inspiring minds to fleck their caves with strength
Such things imbibe my soul and for their being I'n take no praise
For odin sends the treasure you so thank
I am he who brings you blissful treasures to absorb
It makes me smile to know another sees
But, also, know I only serve my purpose on this earth
To inspire thought thro' metre, I am He