The Milton Scribe

Brought about some stars 

To share with the likes of eyes

That would stare upon me 

With hearts so full of loving being 

That serves me new bundles of hope

Being a human 

Sitting on a chair 

Drinking a coffee

And making a point 

To be more important in some respect 

To garner better respect 

In our passing by of certain time

Making value of those precious 

Seconds 

A second thought forgot to cross your path 

Mindful of your forgetfulness 

Remembering that you forgot 

Memories fading in and out 

Dragons flying around 

Breathing fire and smoke 

Looking dastardly 

As if they’re going to eat you up 

So you grab your sword 

Ready for battle 

Or you take leave with speed

As much speed as possible 

Either way will be a fastidious affair