Inked With Benefits

The ceremony of my birth had taken place



Along the stream of a river of golden ink



My mother had been one of the goddesses



Of the ink kingdom lying just below the shore





Forsaking me, she had placed me



By the edges of the river bank



To an anxious couple wounded



By a series of hoary miscarriages





They took me under their wing



And embraced me with an abundance



Of compassionate love and concern



Two major flaws that my mother carried





Gradually they began



To carve ink tattoos



Upon the center of



My petite forehead





These tattoos were



Symbolic of great power



Automatically marking me



As next heir to the throne





The hearts of these individuals



Possessed the honorary traits



Of true poets that were here



To deliver an inspiring message





As they baptised my body



I was cleansed of all paganism



And bathed within the caress of



A supernatural jubilee of poetry





I didn't know whether to cry



Out of fear or excitement



How could I have possibly known



What was going on I was just an infant





As their fingers continued to trace my nose



All the way down to my innocent little lips



My veins were scoured of all normal characteristics



Traditionally engraved with the crest of all great poets





At that very moment I had realized



That soon I would grow to become



A master of my pen and naturally produce



Unique words that would spark and drive



Emotions to unknown heights