Beyond the hills I see a fire
The smoke is lifting to the skies
The ash blows from a funeral pyre
A shadow in disguise
And crimson rays, across the sky
Like blood red tears crawling by
Illuminate, the starlines.
A wind is blowing from the West
It perches on a mountain crest
And looks upon an eagle fly
Up with the smoke, out of the fire
To trace a spiral in the sky
Towards the light it holds so dire
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Submission Name: An Eagle rising
