Oh but they’re only words, so how do they sting?
Scarring souls and cleaving wing
Hatred spewed stays carved in stone
Like tentacles vile stripping one to bone
and leaving but nary a thing!
Yet they soothe and calm and lullabies sing
And caress so tender that tears they bring
They tickle, they cajole, they reveal wonders unknown
Oh but they’re only words!
A tool for bards scribing winter to spring
Rewriting history when hewn in a string
In prayer they flow to sins atone
Uttered in ecstasy, make a lover moan
Such power to destroy or preserve everything
Oh but they’re only words…
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