I soar so seamless on drafts of air.
More regal and majestic than
All those foolish enough to dare
To cross me for I am the feathered king.
Oh come ye and let the heralds sing,
Let choirs of clarion trumpets ring
Melodies of the air.
I pad behind you, Watchful, unfeasible power coiled in grace. Watchful, Alert, Proud beyond expression. Suddenly! Winged...
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