I am a story-teller, a yarn-spinner.
I am a builder
Of towns and worlds, and lives.
I am a painter, dotting and daubing colours muted and bright
In sunsets of duty around solemn hills, with spaceships
I am a creator of conflicts.
I am the bringer of wars and doom and battles of blood.
I am the darkest horrors of your imagination, or mine.
I will make rivers of tears
From joy, passion and fears.
I am the exposer, the exploiter
The maker and breaker of families and lovers.
I am the magician, casting wondrous spells.
I am the ruler of all the heavens
I am the clock-winder, the mechanic
the engineer, who mends and turns cogs and wheels
unseen, behind the closed curtains; beyond the clouds.
I am the machinist and I release
and watch my creatures
as they dance alone and spiral into sinister depths.
I am the storms and the peace-maker.
I am the one who watches whilst you weep
and feels no regret, for your hurt.
I am your hero and monster.
I am a writer.