Karaniel

My muse has taken over A writing spree I'm in There is nothing that can stop it But to see the story's end And then I'll make another For addiction holds me fast I will write and write forever Until the day I pass My stories shall live on Though my body it shall fade For I put my soul into them With every one I've made. So you want to be a writer? I will tell you all you need To make a story flourish You just cut your soul and bleed For though the plot is bone And the characters are flesh If -you- don't give it blood and soul The story's left bereft The explanation's simple But the method few can bold For they only give

It's more than a craving; it's more than a need. It's the spirit inside, waiting to be freed. It's the words on a page; it's the notes in a song. Paint on a brush, and waiting all day long For the perfect lighting, the look that's just right, Whether it's first in the morning, or up all night. It's the beat of the artist, the things that we feel, And the tools that we use to make the ideas real. A laptop or pen, paper or pliers Whatever it is, it lights our fires, Makes us burn with pride, keeps imagination alive, So we can say 'we are the artists and we have arrived.'