Nestled in his lofty perch
Among such Spartan
furnishings
He contemplates the oneness
of
His single-minded quest.
To triumph every battle,
To conquer every prey,
To hover in the clouds and
know
He is above the best
The swiftness of his crushing
jaw,
His talons strong and sure,
The unrelenting tenure of
His vast tenacity,
The beauty of his flawless
flight,
This fateful knight of doom
Bounding and rebounding
Between fear and anarchy.
Oh, shall I see or ever know
A knight of more renown
Who rides the air of
chivalry,
This falcon sweeping down.
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