The Eagle - Light This City

He clasps the crag with crooked hands

Deformed from gripping the rock so tight

Close to the sun in lonely lands

But the wax never melts from his wings

Ringed with the azure world he stands

Emperor of the sky

Lord of the ocean

The very image of a king

His outstretched feathers overwhelming the sky

And his innate pride to lead

Suggest power

Not modesty

But he never kills without consuming

And though he is always watchful of his surroundings

As he skims the surface

I suspect he doesn’t realize the panic

His shadow induces

In the hearts of the creatures underneath

The overflowing surge of relief

They feel as he revisits

His distinguished position on the cliff

An immense wall of stone

Taking the place of a diamond covered throne

A shining ocean instead of a glittering palace

To signify his status

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls

Tiptoeing past the sentient

Piercing eyes

He watches from his mountain walls

His mind once again boundless in flight

And like a thunderbolt he falls

Racing heart

Never a doubt

Or glance behind

His outstretched feathers overwhelming the sky

And his innate pride to lead

Suggest power

Not modesty

But he never kills without consuming

And though he is always watchful of his surroundings

As he skims the surface

I suspect he doesn’t realize the panic

His shadow induces

In the hearts of the creatures underneath

The overflowing surge of relief

They feel as he revisits

His distinguished position on the cliff

An immense wall of stone

Taking the place of a diamond covered throne

A shining ocean instead of a glittering palace

To signify his status

Guided by instinct

His conscience remains unburdened

Never having to reflect within

He focuses relentlessly on the outside world

He manifests the answer to the oldest mystery

The meaning of life

Nothing more than just

To live