For months he has been planing this flight
every time he glances out of his window
he see's the cathedral in the distance
his eye's full of silver tipped aerofoils

This is the time to prove himself
all the summers he has striven
alone in his studies most days and nights
learning all about the fine art of flight

Tomorrow he will leap
from the tallest tower
with wings of gossamer sewn
not stitched by others, but his hands alone

Tomorrow he will prove right or wrong
that man will one day eventually fly
he is committed to this cause
without fear, knowing he may die


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


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