A lone eagle soaring high in northern skies,
grey clouds encircling the horizon in pale hues,
the smell of peril and death thick in the gloomy air,
as he takes flight in his solitary splendor,
ready to embrace his final fate,
Beyond the clouds, deep sets of raven eyes,
revealing instict to destroy his foes,
a leathal vengeange in his fierce bearing,
as he takes command of his armies,
charging at his eternal adversary,
Two armies collide, war cries piercing the silent skies,
as deafening thunderbolt strikes in fury,
and the heavily drops of rain glides in fiery rage,
the lone eagle met the heron cries,
on a battle of no victory,
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