The Eagle

The beauty has long hale

Empire of his golden nest

Giant feathered arms

Wheeling his sunbeam vision  

Roar to the virility aqua sky

Piloting prows to the dawn  

Swing, swing ocean runway

Sway, sway mighty breeze  

Circling hoist, spearing grips

Straight into, roaring up

Splendor mastery navigation

Hunts world of sagacity

Where his  mystical frontier

Gleaming rod misty morning 

Firmly cluster his robust airfield

See the lungful airy horizon

Feeling of sage in his water fall

Thunderbolt for his sphere crown

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