Pen sharp, cutting through the still night,

Words like daggers, fangs out, ready to bite,

Nah, no flashlight, illumination from insight,

Swagger through the chaos, mind dark like midnight.

Epic tales on my tongue, got stories to weave,

In the shadow of the giant, but no time to grieve,

Mountains I conquer, no tricks up my sleeve,

Monsters in my path, but I make 'em believe.

Battle cry sound, armies at my heel,

Legion of thoughts, fists of raw steel,

Narrative stitches in wounds that I heal,

Ink drips like blood, reality I conceal.

Epic tales on my tongue, got stories to weave,

In the shadow of the giant, but no time to grieve,

Mountains I conquer, no tricks up my sleeve,

Monsters in my path, but I make 'em believe.

Mind on Olympus, gaze on the zenith,

Scrolls in my hand, prophecy behemoth,

Lines run divine, no mere mortal beneath this,

Words spark fires, burn like the Phoenix.

Soul like a fortress, heart paved in granite,

In this cosmic theatre, I never take for granted,

Reality bends where imagination planted,

Legend of the mic, saga never been slanted.