• My armor is of leather binding;
    My wings of shredded paper.
    Light from pen so very blinding;
    As sweat turns to vapor.

    Fluttering in the gentle breeze;
    I'm ready for this battle.
    With the greatest of ease;
    I silence war's rattle.

    Altercation is over;
    Bodies are strewn.
    Eying the crimson clover;
    It will continue soon.

    Nothing stops the fray;
    This battle of the psyche.
    I can feel the ink spray;
    And the grass burns free.

    It's over for today;
    This war against myself.
    Weapons back in the cache;
    The book back on the shelf.