I need a pen

Oh the one above I need a pen that fights Mightier than all swords Hence meek as dove. I need a pen that bleeds. Bleeds for truth Speaks truth And nothing but the truth. I need a pen that weeps. That weeps for probity Regardless of corrupt creeps Shows forth reality. I need a pen That appreciates romantism via Classicism Even in folds of ten I'll make it mature Not in caricature. Pose my pen strait Let my scripts straight. And let not my works late. Prithee.