Ink never lies

I choose the pen rather than the sword hand written written in ink from

kings wizards and loards

burned by the dragon that flys with stealth in my sleep

stealing the words that hide in my mind so deep

the fire of words burns through my verbaly scorched brain

shutting my mouth is my best friend never to speak or utter a single word again

if I should ever be so fortunate to feel mr wisdoms touch

iwill know enough to keep my open mouth shut

no one can be your judge or jury just the same
and surely dead silence has never slanderd ones good name