Of Fury and Lightening

Some men are not meant to belong,

like a stray arctic tern,

wandering the skies alone and headstrong.

A place near the stars,

he eagerly strives to earn.

Barely held back ahead,

by the mangling storm.

Some men think big and others think small.

Or so they say!

But what of those who feel wide and tall?

Those who harbor the Milky Way,

in its entirety, anew every day?

This was his gravest sin!

No one could reach his height,

not even his elder kin.

Some men have beautiful fathers,

majestic in form,

heavenly in poetic mind.

Some are comical geniuses,

delicate in their own ways.

Inspire generations after,

even if they are long gone.

He spoke to his father, one last time,

felt overestimated,

by his wit and by his rhyme.

Before the final day was done,

the bright hopes he couldn’t turn on.

Got on his horse, a fierce one,

a solitary ride should be the cause,

he didn’t admire the barren hill,

witnessed by none,

neither in life nor in death,

as the galant gentleman he was.