• To those who are, are not, and/or are not yet I bid thee greetings
    I am a poet.
    A creator of worlds.
    A destroyer of lives.
    A magician of sorts.
    for the magic of literature, envelops the human mind and corrupts it's comprehension.
    Soon drunkening its senses with imagination.
    I, myself, am well aware of my limits
    One, who is like me, has no god-complex
    for the work of poetry is far more intricate for one to be perfect in
    So to those who are, are not, and/or not yet, I bid thee greetings.
    Who are you?