Who It Is That I Am

                                                                      
 
       Let the brave
fantasize about holding great power.
       Let the lustful long
for the nymph's delicate body.
       Let the dutiful long
for a new endeavor
       and the creative ponder for  
the next new painting or a structure so strong.
 
      I am the poet;
one among a chosen few,
     who dares to dance with death,
but refrains not from embracing
      life anew.
Into many distant lands  
     I have ventured into,
seeking exotic adventure
     where the giants stand.
 
     It is me who writes
the songs that make the heavens ring.
    It is me who
writes of enchanting love  
    and such great divine things.
Behold it is me
    who can make the virgins cry,
that poet crafting rhyme and word
    into song that give long lost lives
 a new berth.
 
     I write the words
that allows one to dare entering
     new worlds.
I write the words that
     cause one to long for treasure
yet to be found.
 
     My words are so sweet,
for where they are  
     I am always to be found,
since the angels brazenly swear that it is through them,
    I shall now declare,
that I am heaven bound.