To read it to know;

to write is to be known.

- Vince Neil J, Tabiano

It flies; it lands

            on an object so dirty.

It lands; it moves;

            buzzing its wings freely.

It moves; it sips

            juice from the dirt.

It sips; it dies,

            smacked by the giant called man.

Vanilla-like fume floating in the majestic blue

Slowly it moves, like snail on the road

Beauty that fluffs, smiles; conquers the eye

Of dwarves dwelling beneath its amazing grace

Golden sphere of flame ruling the majestic blue

Angrily it strikes; flares the crystal blue

Dry it becomes; die the dwarves be

Crystal blue: it rises; fume fluffs and bursts