Spell Bound II

Never could spell to well, but I rhyme sometime.
Digging a well to hell you may find sublime
I become so proud and the curse is cast
Nobody is ever satisfied to come in last
In a spell bound world we must strive for perfection.
Anything less will only lead a writer to rejection.
Original each time we conform to a norm.
We can't be too careful about keeping form
Judges are handy when we decide to compete
Encouragement and praise makes us complete
We use our imaginations for the spell bound
Knocking out losers just to go another round
We walk with our heads high, to run is a sin.
Joyfully we will write, one more, For The Win!