THE FAITHFUL FEW

Beautiful creations Splattered on platters of paper The fruit of our poet loins birth by the pens

Privileged pupils we were it was a dark time looking back it's nostalgic.

We were glorious and conquering and some had just took a wife.

So much passion for the way we forged our knives. ....
Knives forged from perplexing poetic medals..
intellectual ambitions and rhymes unsettled
Those were bountiful times.
Waging articulate wars.
As our blades would strike flesh we would sing captivating hymns..
A compilation of anguish and trepidation
Adverbs and adjectives
Ever changing yet so repetitive ...

Setting out for battle we would
COM
PILED
With chains of L.E.T.T.E.R.S ..
We were relentlessly so clever..

With reinforcements patiently waiting aboard our editorship.
coming to take over land enslaving minds ..
Such invading times
Traveling the world aboard our penmanship.