Harpy Eagle
Sublime harpy eagle sits in a tree
Beyond divine is his majesty
To abyss not continuity
Is connected his destiny
His surreal yet physical form
Stands like proud warrior before the storm
His eyes shine like diamonds as cartwheels in the air he will perform
His seven inch talons and perfect visage begs question who build this form
He is just like one of us he has earthly destiny
He knows not of immortality
Yet to us eagle is something that represents being free
Fly free like a bird you are in control of your destiny
Something that has no lack is born not formed to us is divine
Yet each of us has will that is sublime
If we could make abstract concrete in any point in time
We could make our destiny grow beyond divine
And this freedom this power lies
Somewhere in depths of king of all eagles eyes
And in each of our own souls it lies
Can we make it real maybe on the dark side of the moon when our true selves we realize
If someone had the power which back to time cannot reverse
Even in the most fundamental base
This someone would be more then master of universe
And to sit at this person’s side is harpy eagle’s place
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