People use to write poetry
With a quill to parchment
The hands eloquent swipe
Barely able to keep up
With the poetic minds thoughts

The poet, like a warrior
Swiping mad his feathered pen
Trying to capture his feelings
Leaving the quills blood
To fill the scars made
Upon his parchment
capturing his wording
For the world to see

Words displayed in books
Like caged animals in a carnival
Never to be free to roam again
Displayed for the on goer
To examine with a fine tooth comb
Displayed for the on goer
To tell their own story
Of the caged beasts life

Forgetting the true story
Behind the struggle and strength
Needed to even begin
This glimpse of beauty

Books become cages
For the once free thought
Cages capture the beauty
Of a once free beast
Both to be admired differently
Then either has ever expected.