A Fool's Idol

Oftentimes before I saw him Silhouetted in clear blue cold Slowly but surely moving onward Hellkite to those who might hold Sometimes he cried-oftentimes not For sadness was in his flight He cleared the snow-capped mounts And in seconds was out of sight I wondered at what he might find Or if he was looking at all For there is meaning in his name And he answers a different call Surely his eyes are very sharp Yet, I doubt he ever sees The paths that others show to him His path is like the breeze Throughout the years grew alliance Between the eagle and I His cry I answer always Never stopping to say goodbye And in my mind he cries once more And though you are in my heart I fear it will not last-you see I was his from the very start