He always watched the birds,
Flying freely in the sky,
Saw some of them shot down
And stayed to watch them die.

As he did this he imagined flying
With the wind in his hair,
Up in the clouds with them,
Cutting through the air.

“But how?” he wondered
In the meadow, thinking aloud.
“How could I gain entrance
Into the clouds?”

Finally it dawned on him,
With all of its irony intact,
And he planned to go through with it,
Even with all of the risks stacked.

He fled to his home,
In the shambles of the city,
Closed and locked the door
Without a glance of pity.

He pulled out a knife,
Watched it gleaming in the dirty light,
Then held it to his wrist
To let it have the first bite.

He watched again as his
Life literally flowed away,
And wrote on the ground in his blood
So things wouldn’t go into disarray:

“Luck has never been on my side,
But that has turned this moment,
Which I believe no one
Has ever gotten this essential hint.

My Dream has finally been realized
And it is coming true,
So do not mourn me, I will be flying,
So I can easily say ‘adieu!’”

His message finished and his
Blood running out,
He waited patiently for his body
To give into the drought.

Finally he began to feel himself
Being lifted into the air,
And could see his body laying there
Without even a care.

His mind filled with bliss,
With his new angel wings on his back,
He glided and dove over the world,
Ignoring his body in his shack.

Smiling with his soaring spirit
For the freedom he was given,
It never dawned on him
That something hadn’t been forgiven.

An unexpected weight grew
On his forgotten limbs,
And what he saw frightened him
So he saw beyond his whims.

The chains grew heavy on his feet,
His sparkling wings almost collapsed,
They didn’t seem to be strong at all
Their working time seemed to have lapsed.

His cries and struggles did nothing
To lessen the weight,
And he was brought down screaming,
Then his breath seemed to bate.

He was dragged down to what
We would consider “Hell,”
To be tortured and caged
Where he would forever dwell.