Wordsmiths

We are the wordsmiths
The tellers of tales
The midnight wanderers
Through forests and vales
We drink in starlight
And gaze at the moon
Inspiration flows through us
We dance to her tune

We are the wordsmiths
The speakers of truth
We wrap words in magic
To heal and to sooth
We swim in fresh waters
We commune with trees
Bare footed on warm earth
The Goddess, we please

We are the wordsmiths
Words flow through our veins
Our hearts beat in rhythm
Through joy and through pain
We wander, untethered
We rest as we should
Our souls are the conduits
For all that is good

We are the wordsmiths
The poets, the bards
The true storytellers
The turners of cards
We live in the liminal
Space between worlds
We sacrifice all for
The power of words

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