| He clasps the crag with crooked hands
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| Deformed from gripping the rock so tight
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| Close to the sun in lonely lands
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| But the wax never melts from his wings
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| Ringed with the azure world he stands
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| Emperor of the sky
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| Lord of the ocean
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| The very image of a king
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| His outstretched feathers overwhelming the sky
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| And his innate pride to lead
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| Suggest power
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| Not modesty
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| But he never kills without consuming
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| And though he is always watchful of his surroundings
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| As he skims the surface
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| I suspect he doesn’t realize the panic
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| His shadow induces
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| In the hearts of the creatures underneath
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| The overflowing surge of relief
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| They feel as he revisits
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| His distinguished position on the cliff
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| An immense wall of stone
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| Taking the place of a diamond covered throne
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| A shining ocean instead of a glittering palace
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| To signify his status
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| The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls
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| Tiptoeing past the sentient
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| Piercing eyes
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| He watches from his mountain walls
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| His mind once again boundless in flight
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| And like a thunderbolt he falls
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| Racing heart
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| Never a doubt
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| Or glance behind
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| His outstretched feathers overwhelming the sky
|
| And his innate pride to lead
|
| Suggest power
|
| Not modesty
|
| But he never kills without consuming
|
| And though he is always watchful of his surroundings
|
| As he skims the surface
|
| I suspect he doesn’t realize the panic
|
| His shadow induces
|
| In the hearts of the creatures underneath
|
| The overflowing surge of relief
|
| They feel as he revisits
|
| His distinguished position on the cliff
|
| An immense wall of stone
|
| Taking the place of a diamond covered throne
|
| A shining ocean instead of a glittering palace
|
| To signify his status
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| Guided by instinct
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| His conscience remains unburdened
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| Never having to reflect within
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| He focuses relentlessly on the outside world
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| He manifests the answer to the oldest mystery
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| The meaning of life
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| Nothing more than just
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| To live |