PRIDE

Running from nothing, returning to nowhere
A blur to the eye's, a streak on the plains
Running through shadows in the crisp morning air
Once more comes the clouds, again come the rains
The breeze grows stronger as the grasses bow down
From atop the hill, he looks all around
The wind and the rain, on it all, he frowns
The storms rule the sky buy he reigns on ground
His home, he protects, his duty, to defend
His enemies abound, death can't be far
His kind and his pride, on him they depend
He stares down the skies, won has he the war
The storms move on, the weather, now fair
He descends from his throne and returns to nowhere