Ascension

He scaled Ascension mountain, stood lost upon a monument of stone. Stared out across the bare Death Valley sweep, eyes hooded, all alone. Beneath an eagle beat throughout cauldron haze, majestic wings. Blurred and shimmered, ruling like an airborne king of kings. He stood over him, down looking until his long shadow was stole. On the eagle spine, swooping low, ferried his living soul. With him took all of his dreams into the desert sky. With him took all of his mind raised his spirit high. With him took his life and times, turbulently spun. On the eagle spine ferried his soul into the heart of the sun.