Words to battle

We share a love for words
In every word we write.
In the absence of vocal cords
They come in black and white

Like Knights in shining armor,
Helms, swords and shields,
Riding horses amidst the clamor
Of metal in metal through the fields.

And when they strike,
Mightily to the soul and heart
What is there to dislike

But simply to do your part…

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