Descriptive Essay of a Pen

Mightier Than the Sword Long, slender and sleek, you give me the power of words. Your round, agile head rolling gently along the rough-textured paper spilling your glorious, black blood as you skate across the blank document. The lights of the heavens rain down upon you; your glowing radiance is blinding. Mine eyes can hardly follow. Your smell fills my heart with gladness. You are my one and only; it is up to you to …

…The smell of your sweet cologne will cause all others to reek of putrescence. Your porcelain body makes everything else feel rough to my soft touch. Unfortunately, I cannot say much for your taste, for you have none. Though, I did enjoy having my teeth blackened with your tasteless blood. You gave me what no other could, the will to love that which is not to be loved…because you are mightier than the sword.