Before you stands tall a towering dull grey barrier,
A rectangular and ominous shadow looms over as you approach.
With a swift movement forward you prepare to fight.
Up close you can see the word etched in "writers"
and your heart sinks.
This is not your normal challenge,
This is the demon that makes the most powerful pen go mute!
At first attempt you try and push it off balance but the more your determination grows,
the heavier it gets.
Defeated, you step back,
Realizing this, will not be the concise victory you had accounted for.
You close your eyes now,
And pick up your pen, seeming as hopeless as moments before,
But with a swift inhale of rebellious air,
The loaded sword slowly moves downward,
Leaving the first sign of intelligence on the previously barren paper.
This is how you will concur your writing block.
