How could ego shrink to such glory?
Or for the sweet avenger’s sense of fury,
To walk upon earth as one anointed king,
And every fair maiden of his greatness sing,

But a man of pride and not of heart,
Is like a ship the wind have wrecked apart,
It captures the mind with a grip of a thousand men,
And when pride is at heart, he’s dead right then.
Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. But when writing poetry you first try and imitate other poets.. especially if you’re an amateur.

So, if English is ‘dry’.. which language do you suggest?
I don’t know how to write in Arabic. If you know Arabic, why don’t you write?
Oh right.. you’re one of those… ah well, have it your way then :]