Word-Warriors… are those who talk in codes

And know what to Axe to you!

Word-Warriors… can be Chivalrous poets, or

Word-Warriors… are those who bring…

Sword-Tips, Upon their lips and

Slash you with lethal things

Word-Warriors… are: Writers - like the Wind!...

Archers, with pen and ink

Literary Masters – who shoot Arrows faster

And pierce you deep, to think

Word-Warriors… are Readers in Reserve

Upon their turning Pages, are shining Shields

But somewhere between a Lance and the Lines…

… they’re vulnerable enough to feel

Word-Warriors… are Tournament-Teachers

They whet the stone smooth – in advance

To sharpen the point of a ready – keen – edge

Word-Warriors… are Torch-bearing Thespians

Their intricate battle-skills Amaze

They stand ‘To Arms!’ on Stage and Hail!...

… with curtains and catapults raised!

Word-Warriors… are meek, humble Ministers

Serving with pure ‘Swords of the Spirit’

But when they call their ‘Almighty’ Champion…

… they want you to Honor and Hear – It!

Little Word-Warriors… Listen… Little Ones

In curious speech, you are the First-Wave…

For some of the most innocent – ideals

Come forth, from the Mouths of Babes

Word-Warriors… are all Sentry-Speakers

Volley-Veterans of the Tongue

Not only what… but how it is said…

… March from their throats like bombs!

Word-Warrior-Knights… do not like to fight

… but all, have polished their Art

And if you Challenge their Belief (or Fief)…

They will defend it… from the Heart!

So, if you’re jousting this, my Friend…

Then, you are a Reserve-Word-Warrior too!

And should I chance upon your Battlefield…

… That’s my golden Salute to you!