There are those who speak with quill,
behind a worded paper veil.
Often unseen, they can bend your will,
as they touch your soul, imposing a thrill.
They put pen to paper and watch it impale,
like arrows drawn from a quiver.
They can write a piece, making you flail,
infusing their thoughts in vivid detail.
Enveloping their verse can make you shiver,
or make you feel tranquil and warm.
With pen in hand, they aim to deliver,
consuming your mind like a gushing river.
They'll bend your mind with verses that ensue,
and affect the state of your soul.
When you read their writing they might own you,
and there's nothing on Earth you can do.
With flowing words they try to inform,
albeit often concealed from view.
They write their pieces and keep them of form,
they're a noiseless cast, watch them perform.
