To the gods above, I pray for the gift to weave words once more.
Let the cascade of soulful voices flow through me,
guiding my pen.
At each linguistic threshold,
I seek your guidance to infuse vigor into these words,
creating a ballet of thought.
Imbue them with imagination, blossoming like vibrant flowers in the garden of meaning.
As an alchemist of expression,
transmute the mundane into the extraordinary,
casting away ignorance with the light of knowledge.
From my heart, I plead to embellish this composition with your magic.
Unleash the waterfall of vocabulary,
painting a resplendent tapestry in the minds of all who chance upon it.
With transcendent mastery,
weave a tapestry of eloquence,
for I stand before you, a mortal seeking the divine in language.
Answer as you wish and forgive me if I ask too much.
