Wordsmith

A Wieldy Wordsmith
With wiry like words
Which whir past.

Wizened Wayfaring Wizards
Who wear white wispwillow locks
Wintry- wisdom of worlds
Wait in the wings, to walk with

Wise men, who will the Whether
Weather, warm, cold or otherwise
Never can they sever, what threads of Fate tie
So sew, forever, their eyes fixed on the sky

The wordsmith weilding wrought Wolfram
Winding his will from
Watt to watt, Wire to wire
Winding a web of written fire

With, without
Words write what we are,
Who we'll be, without a doubt
Words write Earth, Moon, Stars
What we see, why we bout

What world is this?
Describe, prescribe
What happens on the otherside?
The flip of the script
Cycling pages
Rich written reflections
The sundry stories of ages
And ages of stories
As diction imitates life
And life gives diction glory

The Wordsmith
The Wizards
Wander wondering
Whether they write the Weather
Or the weather writes them