Pledge of the Poet

I do not write for Man

Thy words ring Heaven’s ear

Verse distracted by reason

Born of delusion, twisted by Fools

I write for debts waged

For time aged

Where Patrons prayed

Beneath the page

Where truth lay

Trust thy rage

Where sacrifice I made

On behalf of words I’ve saved

Free thy slave, and I’ll fade

To History’s cage

Beneath thy name, for Angel’s claim

And if my sullen art be true

The bells will toll for you

My sweet Child, forgive thee

The insane, legend wild run in me

For you see, the battle beneath me

The push and pull

The iron weight, of my fate

Never free, the drums do beat

The savage feed

And in the madness lies me

Fragile, you give me strength

And in your love the bells do ring

Upon my heart they sing

What peace they bring

In debt, I now sleep

Better, for having loved thee

Mortal I’m made

By your sweet saving grace

By your face

From behind your eyes

Where Angels lie

To ink my state

I write fir thy craft

For thy lines last

For time and place

In silence and haste

I write for Heaven’s wage

To calm thy debt’s grief

I write for me

I write for free

And if History saves

I write this glorious day

Where in my arms you’ve laid

And my sullen verse was saved

I write for space

To quiet Knaves

For delusion’s dead

And thy poet’s bed

I write for common art

For the poet’s start

I write for literacy’s tongue

For poets be born

For four hundred years undone

Where poets grace the stage

Not for wage or charms

But for thy reader’s arms

I write so poet’s poem

Be, forever longed…

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