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[title] => The Last Eagle
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[bodytext] => Soaring high on wings of beauty The eagle of purest white Shimmers against a background of cloudless blue. Riding thermals, catching drafts No obligations to fufill No appointments left to keep, save one. With feathers making slight adjustments Every movement graceful, quick Searching for a meaning in the misery below. Flying over lands of green No hint of fear of any other Drifting into merciful stratosphere above. Only those with a great fortune Can hope to catch a glimpse Divine beauty riding winds of hate. Once was the sky a cloudless blue It stirs to morph to crimson red Clouds of deepest black draw near to him. Conjured from nothingness The new storm brews in anger Winds blow their fury within the sky. Among the chaos--the storm of rage The Eagle perserveres anew Feathers ruffled by passing wind, but not displaced. Amidst it all, the vicious flight of wills The Eagle's strength fails as height is lost Falling faster to meet the unforgiving world below. Gathering speed and graven fear Eyes dart quickly from side to side To search the great expanse of endless dark. Seeking rescue from certain ends Silent prayers beg for mercy Frightened of uncertain future fast becoming now. What was once a featureless land Is quickly changing, drastic difference What was once beauty radiates destruction. As the edges start to sharpen And the true face of earth is beared The Eagle stares and comprehends demise. Demise returns the gaze of death Eagle's pulse begins to race As the Eagle's tragic fate is realized. The seas begin to rise And the winds reign ruthlessly The sky boils the deepest black--enveloping all life. As the last remaining trace of beauty meets its end. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => liquidchaos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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