Today she was not the dreamy poet
she was a warrior of the mind
Taken hostage by the blackest of thoughts
she unsheathed the mighty pen
Wielding it as a sharpened sword
drops of blood from a wounded soul
staining the purity of the page
Strangling the lies she took as truth
Love happiness bliss no longer uttered
the silver tongue had turned to ash
Pain loss and loneliness spewing forth
these were the only words that were not false
On and on raged the battle for supremacy
and she fought with all her might
Hoping the dreamer would reign victorious
yet she had her doubts

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