Originally posted by S-wordsman:
Today I enter into a new dimension of space and time,
It is a strange feeling dealing with firsts,
A new brand of poison that quenches new thirsts,
I say poison because words are dangerous,
Words can kill,
Still...
I continue to write and brave this virgin soil of fertile thought and emotion,
I accept your invitation, Deadpoet, and serve this blood-stained quill with devotion
And in modest motions i move myself to move yourselves in omnidirections
To serve your quills, to cure all ills, regardless of race, language or religious faction.
I am your humble servant,
S-wordsman
I welcome you dear swordsman,
into this harem of knowledge.
Where newbies like me learn,
our poets' tips and adage.
Here I await with glee,
your significant and valuable advice.
Generous albeit free,
where poems i seek as prize.
A swordsman of the King's court,
versus a peasant with a USB cord.
The twist is where the keyboard,
Is indeed mightier than the sword.