Gentle Drift

Sun cracks dawn through pink skies

Deep amongst the forest’s dew-covered roots

Sleeping creatures wakes

 

He is the lord of the wind

She is the mistress of the clouds

Under the sun, they rule

 

They look below, to cities and mountains

Their wings so strong and steady

Somewhere up over our heads

 

When skies darken

Raise your swords

For Lord Hawk

For Lady Eagle

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