Fragile warrior

The precise edging and carving in the metal.
A bold and sleeping champion on the inside,
but a mouse for eternal life.
Its former glory carved to the fragile core.
To find deeper personality is what no-one can do anymore.
A national treasure no matter what is done.
Made of metal, but still a flawed and fragile one.
As time passes, it watches around in silence of what its grey room brings for the day.
As it lives, throughout it thinks like a philosopher about relativity.
But with inner-strength and knowledge it is cursed with being delicate,
and even an insignificant fall is enough to shatter everything.
An old generation passing to the individuals representing the future,
a satisfaction of grasping the feeling of perfection contained within.
It dreams of its former glory. Knowing that the glory it has yearned for still waits on the horizon.
Every moment of stillness for it, is how it sees all passing and going beyond.
It doesn’t fade, rust or break,
but one cannot forget perfect shape.
Wings that cut through the air with ease,
silent, yet still holding its own against all means.
Many planes haven’t accomplished such feats,
but it was the only legend able to sit on such an honourable seat.
Time flies on, but it doesn’t forget,
from coming out of the box in which it was kept.