The Writers War

It is with the beginning of a sentence that a writer is born.

The complex mind providing the simplistic escape from reality

A world of wonder and dreams forged like castle walls

Each stone a word forging the battlements

The bridge a gate way into the mind of the creator

With each line the army rises to the call of battle

Contradicting ideas raging as the enemies storm the front

Ballista’s fire against the harsh critique of the siege engine

Fires ignite and arrows black out the sky as writer’s block threatens its Bailey

The keep stands strong against the war raging on

It may only be minutes, hours days, years.

But the war claims many lives many worlds

The war then ends with the final word

The writer has held strong.

Now behold the kingdom created.