The Weaver Of Worlds Poem by Isiaq Nasirdeen Tinuola

I want to say be, and the be shall be,
I want to say it, so the sitter will sit,
I can't tell the rain to be raining,
But, I can manipulate my name, forever reigning.

The world won't bend to a mere decree,
But words hold power, a writer's decree.
Though skies may hold their watery refrain,
I'll craft my reality, rewrite the domain.

With whispers spun, and verses unfurled,
I paint emotions across the whole world.
From laughter's chime to sorrow's soft sigh,
My ink shall conjure a tear in each eye.

Knowledge whispers, a wealth untold,
In stories spun, both young and old.
Connections forged, a bridge I create,
Between each heart, a shared, human fate.

The hero shall rise, the villain shall fall,
At the cadence of words, I orchestrate all.
In realms of my making, the stories ignite,
Where shadows dance deep, and futures take flight.

Power I wield, not forged in steel,
But woven with truths, both poignant and real.
No crown of gold, nor riches I crave,
But the wealth of connection, the stories that save.

So let the rain sing its unyielding song,
My voice shall echo, forever strong.
For in this domain, by my will it shall be,
A world crafted in language, eternally free.