The Wizard Poem by Artistry The Sound

Words…
They are the magic ink,
the mental an uncleared canvass,
And I the painter with a wand spell these
words..
These are more than sentences,
these poems are portals for mortals
In words one can remain immortal
Are you skeptic?

Do you not travel when you read?
Have you no connection with pathos?
And many still live beyond death, it is through words
that man tells his stories.

Who is the wizard the wisest with words
Cool as a blizzard but fire he burns,
Know it's he who has mastered his tongue
Sees what he dreams even after his slumber,
The pen is his key not his cell not a number
the wizard is spelling his words out with thunder,
he does it with flow none can curse it or damn it
the wizard of words,
the words of magic