I am a player of words. I will be the the one to grab you by the neck first but I might show sympathy on you kick you in the shins and call you a fool.
My pen can do wonders crush kingdoms, **** children, point out your blunders. It takes a movement of my hand to change it all fulfill your dreams, defy science's laws I can make your lover infertile make you an illegitimate child send you to the most brutal fight or present you with the Nobel prize. I can make you a part of a dirt poor family I can make you live your life without a tragedy. I can make you an old hunchback who has seen failure I can make you the knight in his shiny armour I can push you off the cliff from which you hanged or give you a nice pair of fangs.
Oh yes, I am nefarious. write words which are a mystery or hilarious. I would rule this place if I had asked for it first, I am a player of words.
I have painted your world in different colours cheered for you when you got the medal of valour I killed your favourite character? Go figure! I can make you turn into someone else at full moon I can torture the ones who were your muse I can build a world of my own Not taken down by any force The fire in my veins cannot be extinguished I will present you with people between whom you cannot distinguish I can bathe in the tears of my readers Don't underestimate words through your spine they can send shivers.
They see me as danger to trouble, I am no stranger there is no extent to my freedom I am half angel, half demon I have had my mind drift away to places I have made friends with the one with scarred faces danced on waves,Β Β sang in deserts all of this can't be done in reverse I have killed you using shells I often write to vent. I often **** the things which you clenched. I hold onto your soul and the boredom you munched isn't all of this fun? I could be queen if i asked for it first the world calls me an introvert and The player of words