To the man blessed by the sun

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Everyone speaks of your tragic fall from the sky 

But never of your battle cry

Wings climbing higher

Above the very atmosphere 

Higher than any mortal has ever gone

A living tower of Babylon

Willing to defy gravity 

For the purpose of proving you’re alive 

With each beat of your wings

 That pounding drum only the wind can witness 

I know what it’s like to defy your parent 

Grit your teeth and tense your brow 

For what’s the point of dying 

If you’ve never explored the limitations of life 

Take your heart of bravery 

They’ll call it hubris 

Name it pride 

But I know as the wax melts 

And the feather’s skitter down 

You find no regret in the rays of the sun that surround 

A light so bright 

The gods above seem like mere ghosts 

And when you make your arc 

And can no longer fight man’s written laws 

Tears of joy burn down you throat 

The wind around you searching for the light that found its way 

Into your very core 

And I know people will only speak of your fall 

But I know you laughed and laughed until the moment Death caught you 

A greeting even you did not fight 

For you had truly found a moment 

Worth dying for

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 –from the person cursed from the sky