The Grammarian

You have sought opportunity to join my alphabet imagining the heights of poetic verse.  Even going so far as to strip yourself of any prerogative regarding the conditions of my expression. Write home, and let your family understand that you are in the mouth of a tempestuous god.  If I appointed your service to the rapture of a soulful vowel, it would be well with you.  Yet, if I stationed your talent to clinch the end of a beautiful echo with a phonetic bite, no resistance on your part was withheld either.  However, I now detect a hidden anguish in your choice to enlist.  Did you think that life under my tongue would be as difficult to bear as the harshest consonant?  Yes, you will be a party to some of the most eloquent blessings uttered exceeding anything marshalled from priestly quarters.  Moments of exaltation await to reward your patient dedication.  Moments that will make you to glow like midnight stars against a canopy of draping black eternity.  For this crown you must also suffer the formation of admonition and cursing.   Always remember that  you were not conscripted to this life.  Who made you sleep before my closed lips at the hope of them parsing? None compelled you in when they did. Now you are a part of my breath and there is nothing inside of my speech that will evict you.  Only keep faith when I command through invective.  Words are not just for the sweet assistance of convalescence .  They are also meant to pierce and to tear open.  You swore an oath to a duelist.  So you can not refrain when I ask you to be the tip of a saber or the dry powder in a musket.  I have spoken you into the optical delight of a careless lily.  I have made you into the reconciliation between feuding hearts.  Then you found cause to fly my flag without protest.  Now that I have fashioned you into war, you figure me for something different.  There is no duplicity in my words.  They are sometimes delicate and other times frightful.  A teacher must be able to growl and whistle, to sing and groan.   Be exactly what I speak, and not what you expect.  Let me put you where needed.  After all, that was the trade off.  Grant me the post of a master, and I will spin you into a fabric that covers good and evil.