“I am Immortal in its tru’st
Form!” Yes, let grace awash over
My soul to bring the absolute
Permanence in my heart’s writing.
Arrogance colors my black veins
Perhaps, but greater than all I
Intend to become: the greatest –
Yes, even better than the Bard.
Is it possible? The stony
Climb to complete the task burdens
My mind and buries my soul whole
Under the dreams, too large, themselves.
Yet, even if I fail, I must
Try or die for writing is my
Purpose for existing. “I am
Immortal in its truest form!”