Dying Flight

The eagle is too high in the sky

Yet its whole shadow is painted on the land

Where he can't hear his mother's lullaby

The sky is too vast, it holds a chronicle grand

The sky has become a graveyard of dead birds

The clouds wish to drench his soul in rain

He prays for his lost ones... not in cries, but in chords

He roams alone, with thunder stitched into his vein

He held a dying dream in the void

Silence cages his half-eaten heart

Yet the dream is lovely, he stays overjoyed

After soaring high, he depart

He found no place to rest beneath the tree

The lone bird’s afterglow shall forever haunt the sky

But the sky is vast enough just for eyes to see

Now just a ghost that dares to fly— Endlessly high

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! It was fun to write. 😀😂