My Friends Great Pen

This poet has the words he needs..
To entrance anyone who reads..
His words so strong and firm..
I'm pulled in by each page turned..

Two sides to his pen he writes..
Words of dark but also light..
A hero and a villan he can be..
It depends which one you read..

Each poem stronger than the last..
They'll last longer than any glass..
For I admire his words so true..
And for that I raise a glass to you..

You have the gift of words to twist..
For that gift I've truly wished..
Your poems will be in books someday..
But until then keep writing away..

Dear little brother I look up to you..
For my words will never be as true..
You have passion and fire when you write..
And like a flower they are a lovely sight..

Consequentialchaos is his name..
Go check him out he'll do the same..
Let's not forget we're all here to write..
So with that I close, and bid you goodnight..