Supposedly those old Irish bards would write poetry, put strings of words together, create magic with words: curse enemies, cast spells, enchant and cloud men's minds.
Words. Supremely powerful tools.
A well-chosen word can open a door, bring down an empire, destroy a friendship, create a new dream. A string of words can work like a virus, adhering to someone; opening new doors, and realities, closing other doors, destroyers of other realities.
Funny how we use words so casually & carelessly. This is an era where poetry is being strangled, it's all prose now. Plain words of text. Still there is the same power. A word: sword of good and evil.
