With every stroke of pen and key,
I birth something into the world.
It is not tangible, and yet
I can almost feel it brush against my skin,
goose bumps forming as I shudder.
As I read the words I write,
I hear a voice whispering sweetly to me,
and I am overwrought with emotion.
Words, with them we can create
beings of love or beings of hate,
sharp like swords or soft as kisses.
This power is not to be taken lightly.
Wield the magic aright.