I, LORD_AZEKAGE

I stood far but not too far away;
Close, but not close enough;
I pondered and wondered,
How pray tell shall I make an entry;
How may I leave a trace,
A mark that may be uncleanable;
Embedded deep into the minds of all;
I thought and thought and thought;
Alas, the muses refuse to show me their light;
So I resign to write as it comes;

Hello, I am lord_Azekage, a writer,
A priest, a monk or a prophet with a pen;
I speak to souls through words written;
I tell of worlds gone and yet to come,
Of tales long forgotten and wrinkled by time;
I converse with the winds, the skies and the trees;
I hear the wails of the earth and dry the tears of the skies;
I see nature as she brings forth new life;
I, the voice of beings the mind can only wonder;
I, Lord_Azekage.