The Pen Gods Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

The pen gods, divine and wise,
With powers to immortalize,
With every stroke, a story unfolds,
And endless words, your grace beholds.

From quill to ink, your magic flows,
On parchment white, your secrets grow,
Words that stir, and touch the soul,
Your enchanted powers, we extol.

With every line, you paint a scene,
A world of wonders, we've never seen,
With every letter, you weave a tale,
Of love and loss, and ships that sail.

In your hands, a mere tool,
But in our hearts, you reign as rule,
For you hold the power to inspire,
And set our minds and souls afire.

The pen gods, with hearts so pure,
Your words have the strength to endure,
Through time and space, they'll never fade,
For in our hearts, your legacy is made.

You've blessed us with your endless might,
And guided us through the dark of night.
So here's an ode, to the pen gods above,
For your grace and wisdom, we'll forever love,
May your ink never run dry,
For you are the masters of the literary sky.