The name dissolves like a metallic velvet.
Inscribed in the hearts of those who honor him.
His eyes are windows to a soul and a core of blinding talent.
So accurate in his magic of words.
These words stream like worshipping velvet from him
whorling and wisping magical stories.
These words that come alive.
Not just those that feed the processor,
but also envelop the hearts of any living organism in his radius.
We breathe and live through the people,
the characters that whisper him their stories
in the depths of his imagination.
He walks and the dust kisses his feet
What a person is he...
what a marvelous complexity to speak off
Loyal as a wolf to his pack...
A King of Spirit
A King of his Words
A Single one of his kind.
Such, emanating a pulse of its own.
Treasured by those fortunate to sieze access within the castle of his heart
is he not?