Words 2

Bubbling with anticipation, words wait inside. Rich, full aromas; intoxicatingly, beautiful vistas and harmonious melodies, all awaiting freedom on the page. A freedom that leads the reader across plains and over mountains on daring adventure. This freedom lets loose the strangled scream of the damsel in distress and gives body to the throaty cry of the warrior. It is a freedom to weave together an incredible feast fit for a king and the power to cast a charm of incandescent joy or irreversible doom on those who partake. But alas such freedom and power will not be applied, because fear stop my lips and quiets my scratching pen.