The Great Eagle

Three arrows pierce the early morning mist And the cry of the Great Eagle echoes into the chasms of time. Steadfast and alert, though deeply wounded, its wrath, once an ember, now aflame. Eyes affixed, focused on the adversary Talons a grip, tensions arise The smell of battle sweetly tempting Springing forth, wings unfolding The Great Eagle in flight, instantly. Menacing in the attack, the Great Eagle cries A wounded king, a majesty in strife The blood of his subjects fuels his anger As his talons rip and slash Then the silence, an eerie silence… The struggles of adversity ended His majesty triumphant over his prey The Great Eagle stares upon the horizon Crying out in triumph As it awaits the dawn of a new day.