This is a tale of a pen warrior in the west
Mighty as Zeus but not a kin or next
And till death die he will always amuse
But his love for Mousai left many bemused
For musing uppon hie he did for thousand days and nights
Crying away crafts to see Mousai smile
And for the freò he felt like fighting on the field forever
So he searched for his muse waking the dead in archives.

As his muse would lead
His pen fought countless battles and war
Not by its might or power at all
Seems Mousai drank an elixir
Thus made the warlord an immortal
And peace he found in writing free like Pegasus.

By Saliu Ahmad Toyin #Thepenwarlord
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