A priest, a king and a philosopher
Sat upon a hill
Contemplating how
They could possibly
Fly.

"Have faith,"
Declared the priest,
Silent, still, without
Changing a single line drawn on his face; "If
You but believe, God is obliged to grant it."

"Fear not!"
Cried the king
With iron flames in his
Eyes, that betrayed an impudent
Brutality - "I'll call upon my people; they
Are timid, will obey, to save their lives."

"Ha!"
Shouted the learned man,
And he reasoned much
Why they were most definitely
Wrong:
And with twice
As many words, and idioms, and
Latin (that his audience found useless)
He developed a grand theory he judged absolutely
True; and he took it, and he dove
To his death.