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