I wrote this poem after reading Iximaz's motto on the Cyclopaedia. Concrit is, of course, heartily enjoyed.

Because I write, I am free.
Free to be what I call me.
I am free to write what I love best,
Free to put my words up to the test.
I am free to be a villain,
A sailor,
A heartthrob,
A coward, sniveling.
I am free to write that which I must,
Free to show that in God I trust.
(I can write the saddest plea. For, you see, I am free.)
Because I write, I am free,
And what the world can’t take from me
Are all the stories in my head,
Locked away for pencil’s lead.
I am free to tell a joke,
And make all of my readers choke.
My fingers all fly nimbly over
A villain’s sneer, a hero’s glower.
I make the characters dance and dance,
For I am free to write romance.
I can make my pen a lance.
(For the heart, you see. I am free.)
Because I write, I am free.
Free from the worries that follow me.
They all fall into the moat
Of the castle that I just wrote.
I make friends out of ink and pages,
And set them off across the ages.
I can write about anything.
Sea ships, heroes, fires, and hangings.
I can write the dark and grim,
Fire ink arrows into the violent din.
(Or I may write of the raging sea. For, you see, I am free.)
Because I write, I am free.
And the world cannot take that from me.
Quia scribo, libera sum.