Writers are like Fire,
burning with a passionate flame.
They weave.
Writers are like wizards,
but our wands are ink and lead.
Writers are like slaves,
bound in printed chains,
Writers are like drunkards,
addicted to the pen a page,
Bound in leather and numbered,
we make those master pieces
As a painter paints,
somewhere a writer writes,
Writers are like tigers,
ready to pounce on a stray idea.
Writers are like swans,
majestic.
We twist and turn.
We captivate people.
We write.