A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


138. Writer

Word after word, letter after letter,

Slowly but surely, each sentence growing,

Flesh and soul he gives to his characters,

In their veins, to get life and blood flowing,

With time and love, to his world he caters;

Through meandering streams of plots, rowing.

Thus is the noble life of the writer,

He perseveres despite odds harrowing.

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