Emerald Griffin

To fly,
Is grace.

Humans,
...

creep through the small door
the large door
towards the sleeping poet
large on the small bed.
...

Why war? cried the eagle,
Flying over the barren land.
You have killed the plants,
What shall I hunt?
...

What is sane?
What is insane?

Why do you say,
...

Poetry, poetry,
what does it mean?
I only know fanfiction,
Stories
...

A child is in a trance.
he does not blink
or breathe
or eat or drink.
...