I am a servant of the secret fire,
Wielder of the Flame of Anor.
Well, that's not so much true as the
other.
I am a servant of my own delusions,
Wielder of an HP laptop,
A half-filled, leather-bound notebook,
and a motley assortment of pens,
But I always thought it was a badass
thing to say,
Especially to a dude who's made out of
fire,
Especially when you're already tired.
Perhaps, this day, if my pen is true,
A character may say something half as
cool.
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