Marks

Marks on the board,
are marks on time
In lines that run through space,
Those hands slowly developing into this rhyme.

A rythm so strong that even fear fades,
A rhyme that shakes the ground
The marks that leave out those shades,
That help you distinguish lost from found.

Marks on the board, made so dark,
That invinciblity as a slave, they own
Marks on the board leaving this spark,
A power so dark that nobody could ever try to clone.

This poem i gift thee,
The poem that binds and bends to your power
These words that promise to carry your legacy,
Overtaking the might of time, and over every mindful thought, you hover.