SCRIPTURIENT

I wanna pen stories, fresh, lush and green...

I wanna script thrillers that gush, deep in red.

I’d love feel-good tales that bleed in cool blue.

Not to mention those fairy tales that leave a tinge of pink…

Some of those soul-stirring reads, that have the brown color of bread,

Or the tragic end downhill that ends in a puddle of dark-ink black…

Or some that feature the fables of the desert, yellower than the sun...

I love to write, I wish to write, I want to write…

I try to be right, by being the wright, my pen my knight and my story oozing might…

Here starts another night…

And this will keep me in spright…