The Writer's Enclave

In the dark of ink upon the page,

I find my solace, my escape, my stage.

For in the realm of words, I hold sway,

Crafting worlds where I reign, where I play.

With every stroke, I shape my fate, 

A maestro of stories, a captain of fate.

In this realm of imagination, I’m free,

No bounds can chain my spirit’s spree.

Each word a brushstroke, each sentence a song,

I weave my dreams, where I belong.

In the tapestry of tales, I am the thread, 

Guiding characters where destinies are led.

In the silence of creation, I find my voice, 

A symphony of thoughts, my eternal choice.

For when I write, the world bends to my will,

And for a moment, time itself still.

So let the words flow, the stories unfurl, 

In this sanctuary of creativity, I twirl.

For in the realm or writing, I am free,

Where everything revolves around me.