The words you carry are your arsenal
Ready to be launched at your command
Intricate weapons of deceptive charm
You browse before you choose to harm

You arm yourself with harsh-forged wit
Once prepared in the coldest fire
A dominant force of ancient kind
You exhume long before you find

Yet if you’d ask anyone you know
They would but dare to smile
And turn their eyes away from you
In a scared attempt of their denial