Hawk-Wind I'd not see you off the
point did I not into the heavens gaze,
and catch you sailing on the crest.
Had I known your company would visit
I'd prepared myself to better greet a King,
(or, well, at least some royal thing).
No, a cackle's 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.