Kinross High School: Ross Whyte



The third of my kind
To be used in offense
Not wasted, squandered
Ready to change the world

Drop, drop, drop
Eternity of falling
Still can’t see the city
Too far to see my master

I can create winter
Or summer
More of a God
Than the one you worship

Built by man
Used by man
Destroying man
The parents of destruction

Rushing to my fate,
But it’s one that I accept
Revel in
Feel complete in

I am cold
Ironic due to
The heat that will follow
London beckons

by Ross Whyte