A Flaming Pen Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

A flaming pen, legends take their flight,
A flaming pen, a beacon bright,
Within the port, its tale unfolds,
A story grand, in verses bold.

With ink of fire, the pen ignites,
A blazing trail, a wondrous sight,
It dances on the parchment's face,
Creating worlds with boundless grace.

The port, a canvas vast and wide,
Where ships of dreams forever glide,
The flaming pen, a captain true,
Guides them through seas of ink so blue.

Each stroke, a brush of vibrant hue,
Paints scenes of valor, battles due,
Of heroes brave, with hearts aflame,
Their deeds eternal, etched in fame.

The pen, a weapon sharp and keen,
Cuts through the silence, fierce and mean,
It carves out destinies untold,
In tales of triumph, stories bold.

Oh, flaming pen, your power immense,
A conduit for the soul's essence,
You bring to life the dreams we hold,
In verses grand, your story's told.

So let your fiery essence flow,
And weave your magic, ebb and glow,
A flaming pen, in melody flight,
A beacon of brilliance, shining bright.