Extended Metaphor

Emily Brent

She was the Eagle.

She flew high in the sky

Soaring above the primitive, dirty people of the human race.

Her road

An eternal road

With perfect green fields and clean blue skies

Was clear before her.

On her wings she flew,

Along the path of righteousness and morality

She never swerved

And her eyes never strayed away from her goal.

But sadly,

In our world a path such as hers does not exist.

All that lives must die

All that rises must fall

As the eagle dies,

It sees itself.

What it has always been…

The mocking bird