A Fortnight of Flight

Spreading wings like the albatross,
soaring up in the sky;
Not heeding the words of the cross,
I had began to fly.

Boundaries had ceased to exist,
speeding up as i flew;
Clearing the spaces covered in mist,
aided by the strong winds that blew.

Singing aloud a merry song,
despite trouble brewing ahead;
What if this doesn’t last long,
just like what few had said.

Dark clouds came looming around me
lightning struck in the night;
As i feared, so it was to be
the end was nearing in sight.

Number of days that I could last,
count was not that i cared:
merely 14! to be exact,
bitter sweet memories remains to be shared.


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