Once upon a time there was a boy who could fly.
Spending his time playing with the clouds, and drifting in the sky.
Floating quietly along with gossamer wings
He tried to learn songs from the birds, how beautiful they sing.
He was young, strong and handsome without a care in the world!
Soaring all his days like an eagle, this prince of the air!
Faster than the wind was he, with his wings unfurled!
And in the sky he ruled unchallenged, as no one would dare!
One day he spied a village so he drifted down for a closer look…
He found beings that appeared much like him but without lovely wings.
They wandered the streets of this town below
Buying clothing and food and other strange things.
But their faces were sad and their eyes were shallow.
So as they looked up and gazed at him in wonder…
They soon grew jealous, frightened, and shouted at him like THUNDER!
"COME DOWN FROM THERE YOU STUPID BOY" they cried!
"YOU ARE NOT MEANT TO FLY! LIKE A BIRD" they all lied!
THEY SCREAMED "YOU WORTHLESS CREATIONAL BLUNDER!"
Then they threw stones till he fell, and tore him asunder!
They ripped off his wings and continued to yell!
Brought him down from the heavens to live in their Hell!
As he lay there looking toward his perfect sky… cold, dark and bleeding
A girl took pity upon the poor boy and threw herself across his broken soul.
Their horrible torture, ended thanks to her pleading
Unable to move and too weak to talk he was no longer whole.
"I once had wings like you" she whispered to his ear
I once flew as high and I had no fear!
But they too pulled me down from my cloud…
And crushed my wonderful wings, that I was so proud!
She held him tight trying to mend back his wings.
She tried wax and plaster tied them on with strings.
She cried loudly when they fell to ground in vain.
For his spirit was also broken, knowing he would never fly again!
He tried thanking her with a half smile
Just staring at this new beauty for a long while
Then he sat up upon the hill with his wings torn apart
Was it all just a dream, he had kept in his heart...?
The man awoke with a shudder as a tear rolled down his cheek
He felt the weight of earth again how had he become so weak?
Slowly getting up from his bed he showered, got dressed.
Ready to face another day he would surly detest…
Passing by the mirror caught his reflection looking so old
He thought of wings, of beauty, of flying and strings,
He thought of love, of hate and such silly things.
Then got in his car and headed to work in the dark bitter cold...