flight of the dead

flew like a bird in the darkest of the skies ,
his mind was such which no knew no ties.
smoke and smoke everywhere,
wings turned black with a thick dusty layer.
dashing and crashing with no signs of hope ,
directionless he flew with mind drowned in dope.
making a mockery people watched the sight ,
but got puzzled soon after watching him put up a fight.
birds of clear skies went the other way round,
went flawless fetching the roar of the crowd.
he flew his heart out as the race of life approached its end ,
something awkward which wasn't the part of usual trend.
dying in pain he flew past ahead the struggling birds with might ,
gained the respect , perhaps the only one to complete the fight.......