He is the poetic outlaw,
plucking words
from rich dictionary stores
and blending them
into landscapes you can pour.
To venture out into and explore.
Taking the stars from the sky,
and laying them down into a verse
to shower your eyes.
He raids vaults of letters,
a vast collection
of unearthed treasures.
Avoiding the flying arrows,
to deliver a line,
perhaps with a rhyme.
A playful smile on his lips
as he bounds through
the world of the rich.
Delivering retribution
with a well-timed quip.
With his band
of merry men and women,
he always tries
to right the wrongs.
Tries to find answers
to questions
that have eluded him
for too long.
He scales the castle walls
like a squirrel up a tree,
to explore, merrily
the castles many mysteries.
The deepest dungeons
a treasure trove of golden words to plunder.
He is the poetic outlaw,
with a hearty laugh and a smile,
he swings from
the high walls of the castle
with elegance and style,
to deliver his refrains.
As the sheriff and his gatekeepers
try to explain that this isn't poetry.
They want him locked in chains,
but his words are a skeleton key.
freeing him from any lock ,
they give him freedom
to be who he wants to be.
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