Drake Grey Poems

there is no perfect circle
or no final mechanical rule

there is no island to stand without interference
...

love to you,

i never told you how much
of a real person you were
...

small in the details of time
mask truth yet still to remain
without peace or reason
...

she's the body of clay
her skin glowing
transparently soft
...

glowing orbs of blue fire
independent in the deep black reaches
who do they know and love
...

a savage beast touring the wasteland
mysterious with their movements

knights enchanted
...