[u]Aquila's Tale[/u]
In waking dreams, with massive wings
And ripping beak in dripping prey
(Who screams at last the oddest things,
Before his spirit flies away),
Devoured flesh my saving grace,
I stand atop that conquered beast,
And spare alone its puzzled face --
The eyes that watch me as I feast.
So, to my fill, it’s life I eat,
And play the reaper’s sickle sweep
For whom becomes delicious meat,
On shores beside the ocean deep.
Then having picked and cleaned the bones,
I show the mighty span to all --
The 'massive wings' -- and fly alone
Back home...inside the mountain’s wall.
Merrick '06 |