Shakespeare: Your written works I hold dear
With mere tremblings of words
Fine to hear.
Yes, sheer splendor
Comes from your quill
That drips its ink
Like that of a tear.
Dickens: Your novels, your writings;
Oh so grand.
All that work
From such an eloquent hand.
That stand out like
A marching band
In your own society.
Austen: Your wit and creativity
never surpressed.
Getting off your chest
The things your writings
Suggest.
About society, about status.
Readers never leave unimpressed.
God: Your writings
Inspire awe.
They are raw, they are true.
I obey your law
And store the hope
For there to be more
To life
Than this bore.
