Colours swirl,
Colours twirl,
Images flash around me.
My brush and pencil,
My sword and shield,
They flash before me.
My pen and ink,
Words and rhymes,
They appear before me.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
