Supplication at the Throne

I call upon the great writers.

I invoke your spirits now.

At your leather bound alters

I have humbly bowed.

With bended knees and contrite heart

I kneeled before your thrones

I defend your great mental prowess

When all my peers have groaned.

I call upon you now

With trepidation in my words.

As I set out on this great quest,

Into the unknown worlds.

With pen in hand or hand on keys

I write for all I’m worth.

I pray for you to help me know

How best to craft my words.

I ask you please to help me,

Not embarrass this sacred art.

I know how well you paid the fee,

To express with all your heart.

So now I follow you down that path

That leads to death or life

I ask you now don’t invoke your wrath,

But help me through this strife.

Help me Papa Hemingway.

Help me Charlotte Bronte.

Help me Charles Dickens.

Help me Agatha Christie.

Help me.

Help me.

Help me.