The Poet you Created

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High on a rocky outcrop,
In a small sheltered hollow,
Lives a man,
A shepherd,
Of sheep and words.

By the light of a single candle,
By a single pane of glass,
Surrounded by the singular dark.
He slaves and worries,
Late into the night.

Working at a table,
Made of windswept, sun bleached oak,
A wordsmith at his metaphorical forge,
Hammering ideas,
Heating simple base words,
Forging hardened poems,
Tempering emotion in the waters of reality.

He works with the minimum of motion,
Maximum of concentration.
He summons all his power and force,
Wills all his energy and skill,
Focusing on the single point of the nib.

And he writes,
The poetry of the dark,
Poetry of the recluse,
Casting spells of words,
To ward off the past, the future and his demons.
From his land of sheep and silence,
Protecting his own.