Flight of the Eagle

Rising in majesty
Knowing his station
Reigning the sky
With a lofty elation

Soaring and swooping
King over mountains
Watching and waiting
This lion of high plains

Eye of a diamond
Keen and sharp pointed
Blessed by the heavens
And heaven-annointed

Wings to encompass
All of his ruling
Ears hearing all
Of his subjects soft mewling

Talons and beak are
The tools of his killing
But never gratuitous
This noble's blood-spilling

Strength in the knowledge
That flight is his saviour
Calm and efficient
Such regal behaviour