28 April 2012
In the air of dusk, Eagle, I saw you, Slashing the sunset sky.
Eyes of deep amber, Spying the turquoise treetops.
In the air of dusk, Eagle, I saw you, Slashing the sunset sky.
Beak made of gold, Ready to behold, The taste of blood. The taste of rodents blood.
In the air of dusk, Eagle, I saw you, Slashing the sunset sky.
Claws as sharp, As lions jaws. Ready to pounce on prey.
In the air of dusk, Eagle, I saw you, Slashing the sunset sky.
By Amy
Song Of The Eagle • Opuss № I