The Tear of An Eagle

Reaching the highest top in the sky split Lofty upon hours of windy breaks; No nest is the dawn for their winds to fit As untouched spread the country of their fates. An eagle is raising eyes upon a storm; Fights in the wind, the glory of a past. Above a will of power to draw the clouds' form Until the endless of a time their souls outlast. As rain is floating on rivers of wrestling desire For misty roads a bird shall not walk But seek the mystery of earth melting with fire When eagle's tears are falling to land's door like a knock. A windy decision just ending to a wise claw. In desert of guilt eagle's tears their pain withdraw.