new verse is not the worst yet.
i was flipping throught things and came upon a pic and this flew forth.. enjoy.
Birth of a poet
She held the fathers softly
Only wanting the words to speak
She looked to the owl
Who sat only in silence
she called to the raven
he who brought man fire
her dreams were burning
every image became smoke
but raven looked and only smiled
she opened her mouth
Stabbing at her vocabulary
And the words bleed forth
In a flood of thought
And the feathers became gold
And the owl and raven smiled
For from the ash of dreams
A new poet was wrought
Birth of a poet
She held the fathers softly
Only wanting the words to speak
She looked to the owl
Who sat only in silence
she called to the raven
he who brought man fire
her dreams were burning
every image became smoke
but raven looked and only smiled
she opened her mouth
Stabbing at her vocabulary
And the words bleed forth
In a flood of thought
And the feathers became gold
And the owl and raven smiled
For from the ash of dreams
A new poet was wrought