A Poet's Prayer (second version)
(a/n: This is how the poem was meant to appear, but somehow the last line was lost. I tried to replace it, without success and with much frustration. Sorry for the confusion.)
Once more Dark Angel tried to smite
the frail and floundering wordwright,
"Why do you fight,
knowing my way is right?"
Replied the poet:
"Your offer seems bright,
but although my talent is slight
and fires only a puny light,
I will continue to write,
if just to spite
your never-ending night."