So many unconscionable ways to deal with pain This scorpions lost track of how many dragons he's slain Others might have battled them with a shield and sword My weapons of choice, the pen, paper, and the keyboard The handful of companions that have stood with me and fought by my side Will know love and devotion in excess to even that which they provide For in each and every one of them, there's a potent muse It is a mystical secret weapon that I often love to use