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Thunderbird
I have heard a myth, a rumor, A legend long ago told. About a mighty being eastward With arcing wings of gold. Its breath alone brewed fierce storms A shaken feather made thunder roar. And God have mercy on the soul Caught in her rage's downpour. I have heard this myth, this rumor, This story handed down. Of a beast powerful and brilliant That wears lightning as it's crown. When I met the rain And listened to every droplet fall, I swear that through the tapping I heard her mesmerizing call. As temptation was too much, I ventured out into the gale. And found myself under her gaze With my face flushing pale. Though chaos engulfed us both, Peace was still in her eye. Despite the pandemonium She commanded the sky. When I met the rain, And felt the splatter on my skin I finally met the legend I had always believed in. Just to stand this close To be here struck by awe In the presence of perfection This being without flaw. To feel the radiant energy To breathe the same air Of Her Majesty unrivaled With whom none compare. Just to stand this close To be found where you are Is a greater blessing Than any given me thus far. You, mighty Thunderbird, Are creation's pride and joy. Complete supreme beauty That nothing could destroy. There exists no equal On earth, in heaven, or sea For no one else can boast Such intricate complexity. You wear a thousand masks And rarely show your face. But I have seen your heart, It's cracked elegance; it's fractured grace. You, precious Thunderbird, Are all I've wished to find. And now that I have seen you, I can't get you off my mind.
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