I am the architect of words; a verbal alchemist
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.

I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade

I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the poet’s renaissance; a legend relayed

Call me the maestro of metaphorical streams
Painting galaxies with phrases; birthing vivid dreams
I don’t just write; I orchestrate the dance
Where letters pirouette; and verses advance

My rhymes? They're symphonies; a lyrical parade
Each line a crescendo; each stanza handmade
From assonance to consonance; I command them all
A linguistic juggernaut; standing ten feet tall.

Wordplay is my kingdom; I reign supreme
Turning mundane musings into a poet’s dream.
A "pen-dulum" of passion swings in my hand
Carving worlds on paper; so vast and grand.

Alliterations align; acrobatics of sound
Echoing brilliance that knows no bounds
Oxymorons meet paradoxes in my prose
Like fire that freezes... or a thorny rose.

I rhyme “time” with “sublime;” “fate” with “elate”
Bending reality until it resonates.
Similes sparkle; metaphors ignite
Illuminating truths hidden in the night.

With enjambments that leap like gazelles on the page
I trap fleeting moments in a golden cage
Quatrains and couplets; free verse or sonnet
No structure can limit the fire I’ve lit upon it

My poetry’s not ink; it’s elixir divine
Distilled from the stars and bottled in line
The cosmos itself seems to pause and bow
To a poet whose craft transcends the "now"

So let the critics come; let their whispers swell
I am a bard with tales no tongue can tell
For in my veins flows the muse’s decree
A master of words; eternally free.