Pointed mighty sword,
Writer of shapeless thoughts,
On paper,
But imprints the soul,
Dot, blot, calligraphy drawn,
A romantic epistle flows,
Or a war memoir in bold,
A signature, so rare, it carves,
Harbinger of goodness or evil,
With words that fall,
Prize, possession or legacy,
Guardian of many untold heresies.
Day 16 - Letter P submission for April A to Z Challenge 2013
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