The Mouse

mice are small creatures who should
live simple lives, who are nice
who are vicious, who are numerous
and bold. they are the keepers
of the gates and tunnels and
bridges.

the raoming mouse
in a strangers home
prettending its his
living off a feast hes found
prettending he worked for it
pretending the owner is scared
that he hunts him day and night
the mouse
whose bite is fantasic,
staling all creatures
the mouse
has quite the
dillusion
he has quite the
illusion about himself
and everytime he is faced
with himself, he weeps
he cringes,
he crawls away in disgust
because he is lauged at
he cannot find his place
he cannot accept
his vulnerability
he does not know
why he is such,
he simply wishes to run in fields
to dream at the skys
to rest in his nest
to be free
the elders tell him
if he can be content as
a blade of grass is
he will be become
the indestructable wind

The Dragon

dragons are not meant for caves
they are not meant to slumber in life
they are grace and beauty
and revelations

but a dragons story is different
it is a struggle

the sleeping dragon
in its lair
hoarding secrets,
trying to control his rage
less he destroy,
but sometimes meat far too sweet
crosses
which rouses the beast
sometimes he loses patience
and leaps forth
with destruction inside every breath
and afterwards gazing upon ashes
he remembers the buildings
and people and
faces
and voices
their love
their fear
their vulnerability,
and he himself,
invincible, is hurt.
he crawls back to his
cave and sleeps
while they rebuild
he hates to sleep
he wishes only to fly
to be free
the elders tell him
he can be
they tell him
if he can face himself,
he will turn into a god.