Alright this week I had to write a metaphor poem in the third person. I had some real trouble writing this thing and had to take some inspiration from Supernatural, Dragon Ball Z, and some eighties music to finally make this and print 14 copies 40 minutes before class. Please critique and give potential titles names.
The boy is ardent yet apathetic
He struggles for his own way, to accomplish his own feats
A hatchling marooned in a nest, he wishes to descend.
He is not afraid...
He is not afraid of the world below.
He is fearless-- callous to all but himself.
In timidity, he lulls before the edge.
A fledging falcon, hardly out of its spring
Clinging to the nest in the old tree.
Snap. The branch beneath him breaks.
From sweet Arcadia, from grace the raptor drops
Tumbling into perdition unknown.
Unaware of what awaits him...
From the bottom he rises.
Reborn with new ambition
An ascending bird of incandescent fire.