Soaring Lords of the Sky

Feathered grand masters of the air, Winged lords of the sky, Chieftain's of the heights divides, Behold the great American Eagle. Flying rafters grappling at the moon kingdom Of illusions, shadow stalkers by the night's Tidal eclipse, do these lunar hunters await For the weak and meek, to emerge from Purging's black holes beneath the earth. Deadly free falling demons, aiming with Stealth's pin point accuracy, flesh to the bone, Raw elegance in motion, soaring these the Gods Of winged flight. Kings standing on the roof tops of the alpine Mountains, royalties monarchs living by instinctual Survival, notabilities symbol of strength and power, Divine lords of the sky. White powder clouds pierced by the sharpened Edges of the cutters wing, as eyes glare into the Pitch black of night, with perfections vision At mid-nights darkest hour. Honors peaks holds thy nests of liberty, As prides guardians glide in the infinite tides Of liberation, above a nation proud and strong. Although the shifting currents of strife may Thrust at them, storms hellish winds of war Strike at them, they remain united against the Common cause, rising in a spiritual union, These the soaring lords of the sky. Hush in silence for just one moments lingering Breath, watch beauty's clippers cut the sky In half, freedom fighters living amongst The brilliance of heaven, in a world of natural Peace, that only mankind can dream of, are they Not completely magnificent. Feathered grand masters of the air, Winged lords of the sky Chieftain's of the heights divides, Behold the great American Eagle. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN