Inkbrella

 
Ink becomes our strongest guard
and stories forge our strength
while words shield us from pain.

In every verse a fortress is built
against the storms that life will send.
With every line our souls are filled,
in writing we find a friend.

Our pen, a sword that cuts through dark.
Defends the heart from sorrow's bite.
With ink, we leave a lasting mark,
a beacon in the night.