Warrior of Writing

Armed with my pen, Tracing through the fields of paper white. The words that follow protect me when the goal is at the end of my sight. Ink rains down upon me, Almost helping my progress. My goal was all I wanted to see, And nothing could hinder my way to success. The tall gates stood tall. The other side was my goal. I had reached this far to see it all, And it enlightened my entire soul. These gates to reality stood here. Just to wait for them to open into the clear.