When you hear your name,
Tried and tired of reading
Aloud from books without end,
Rise, rise, to the incoming
Storm ride, calm amidst an eye
Of swirling tides far forming.
Names of power, charge in words,
Language the armament for more
Than just communication, what
Is made possible with it is ever
Even over a synergy without it.
Poetry aloud, sigils framed inside
Patterns that keep, those who cling,
Those who struggle to rend what
They can from the dusty spaces,
Against those still, grinning