My World is in My Words

For a lonely soul, drifting through the wind,

One must keep herself company through her own imagination.

She is armed with only a pen, but my! What a pen it is.

A knight marches from an evening storm, 

An adventurer climbs the highest mountain,

A wonderful creature brings great wisdom.

The lonely soul's world is in her words,

Her pen is her wand, her sword, her light.

Her pen is the key to her imagination.