On still and stirless burning plains

Slowly spread its mighty wings

A w ild-fowl – throe, pestilent pain

Vomits cruel curse in the drift


Freezing gray glancing eyes

Torn, blood-stained plume petals

Breaks a flag, then trembling slight

As ascends and aims the sky 


Screak consumes his brawn

Air clamors and squalls

His body crumbles to dust

Burns, flames and blasts 


Red wound is the fading dusk

Acts with freeze, tormented limp,

Ash's been spread by the gray land

To resurrect and fly again