We're lovers of flight, our numbers quite few,
A voice that cries and wings that bear fierce heat,
Warbringers, efficent in what they do,
The Heavens are reserved for the elite.
Their lives are small, the endless sky is vast,
Soar above despotic structures and ice,
Awesome wings of metal plating spread fast,
Many of them pay the ultimate price.
They feel the many hours wear thin,
Humanity locked in a gilded cage,
Nobody sees the beating heart within,
While flying above death in wars they wage.
The reasons they fly are often unclear,
Some crave the renown, others instill fear.
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We're lovers of flight, our numbers quite few
This is awesome and your first piece WOW! Incredible keep on writing! -
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Thanks for the praise, aviation is a passion of mine!
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A wonderful write. Great rhyme here as well. I think you did a great job. I enjoyed reading this very much.
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Thanks, but I just realized that I spelled "efficient" wrong. Heh, that's gonna drive me crazy.
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