HAWK-WIND
Hawk-wind, I'd not see you off the
point had I not into the heaven's gazed
and caught you sudden-sailing on the crest.
Had I known your company would visit,
I'd have prepared myself better to greet a
king, or, well, at least some royal thing.
No, a cackle is all I heard (is that the crowd?).
Hawk-wind, you are flying, and you are singing
loud? I would distant view your crest upon a
battlefield of sky, and know - deep in my heart -
the victor's come.
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