Wednesday, December 16, 2015


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.

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