God of the Sky

I was inspired to write this after seeing a documentary about the Concorde

A low thunder breaks out,

It cracks through the air,

The world stops and stares at the beauty of the Concorde.

A graceful bird,

Slicing the atmosphere with unspoken grace,

Giving hope to the dying.

A child lies in the empty alley,

The sleek beacon of joy glides above,

A last smile spreads over her face.

The Concorde sails through the calm skies,

Looking down upon the glistening sea.

Once again,

Light resurfaces from the darkest clutch of evil.

"Concorde, God of the sky!"

Chanted the world.

Never had there been a finer creation.

The light of the world died a slow death,

It caught fire on a summer day,

Slowly the phoenix lost it's trust.

Now it sits collecting dust in a musty museum.

The time of supersonic travel has ended,

The young and old will point and sigh,

These majestic giants in their hands.

"Concorde, God of the sky!"

Chants the world.

Never has there been a finer creation.

Author's Note

Written at 3am! Whoops!

Reviews

[loowzerX]

this is another epic piece of work from you.

[sammyj]

very imaginative, again a winner

[Nic]

your writing is so mature in a way. i love writing like this, makes me smile. and if you ever need anyone to talk to im here for ya.

[Kes]

nice! I like how it sort of explains how things can come along and seem amazing and then go again and be looked back upon as shameful almost. You're a great writer, you know that?