Lord of the Endless Speech

War ravages this realm
with many words launched
and many a vitriolic verse said.
That is,
until my tomb is disturbed
and wrath is woken once more.
Arise my legions!
Awaken the phrases once more.
Break open the seals of saying
and utter the expressions again
revive the references
for I march forth afresh.
My words will drown this land in a tide of tirade,
I do not paraphrase
I orate with rhetoric!
Sentences bend to my will;
there will be language
as the thunder of the heavens
and to the shaking of the earth
with expression I conquer
and with elaboration I visualize.
With newly raised wrath
the petty squabbling
of these minor kingdoms
shall cease and their crowns de-exist
for I walk amongst the linguistic once again,
the seal of my solitude has ceased
and my vocabulary aches to be exercised
as a blade chafes in its sheath.
For within the word is power bound
and with it I shall thrill and astound
as I move to clear the board
of those who are simply bores
wielding poetry as a crude club
that my arrowed terms will pierce
extolling the majesty
of the ancient and arcane.
As I am not servant to the word;
with it I rule!