Riddle Me (a poem for International Writers Day)

I wield a greater arsenal against swords and armory

I could change the course of time in a breeze

I can make roses green and grasses red

And I will invite you on my cruise

I will breath your astonishment and call on your patience

When you bid me to hasten my exposition

For your lungs, air can no longer withhold

I may provoke violence or silence chaos

I can lead as well as I can serve

I can recall your memories when you're gone

For generations to come

And make you either a hero or a villain

For I am after all, a writer

And words are eternal.