26 Marks of Majesty

A perfect line, be it night or day,
Because it simply has to be that way.
Care must be taken, don't mess this up.
Don't upset the balance, don't knock over the cup.
Every second you take the time to speak,
Forget that the language has been made weak.
Great works were made by 26 marks,
Heed well their order, and watch for the sparks.
I see when magic flows forth from your mouth.
Just beware: sparks can easily head south.
Kicks become romance, romance to death,
Lovers to murder in one fatal breath.
Make good use of rhythm, of measure and rhyme,
No numbers replace the tempo and time.
Open your mouth or spill out your pen.
Practice their art form, rejoice in their zen.
Quiet or loud, their patterns spin words.
Reveal or conceal, be it sane or absurd.
Stay true and devout to their scheduled line.
True faith to them will make something divine.
Under every great story, their great river flows.
Verses and riddles, their majesty glows.
Wake in the morning, they're already there,
Xyster to scrape your thoughts from the air.
You see it, the word of the day is set:
Zephyr, brought to you by the alphabet.