On the wings of an eagel

My back arched, I coiled and sprung,
Soaring passed stars gleaming where they hung.
Launching through the midnight sky,
Leaping; from roof to roof up on high.

My graceful dance mimicked by two,
Silent and skilful as they majestically flew.
Armoured rats scurried and searched,
To find the place where we perched.

Frantic squeaks filled the night,
Unperturbed we again took flight,
Fleeing for what we know was right.

Running from the tyrants rule,
Refusing to be a murder’s tool.
Be donned with holy ivory and gold,
What was stolen from kings of old.

On my rightful throne he sat,
A festering, foul and dirty rat.
I flee, with friends and honour intact,
Out to fulfil an age old pact.

Raven and hawk by my side,
We fly from our home with pride.
The festering sore of heart ache and loss,
Stamped out of us like groping green moss.

To the north horizon we go,
To defeat an enemy, a curse; our foe.
As the dawn brings new light,
We rid our- selves of that dreadful night.

Days, days and days went by,
As we travelled further across the sky.
When our destination was visible to the eye,
My breath whooshed out in a grateful sigh.

Lion, boar, and ram came
To unite the great army once again.
To battle a common enemy,
On the legendry site,
To bring him down from his magisterial height.

Their army’s prepared and ready for war,
Into the sky my friends and I soar.
Along the twisting river lead,
To detach the merciless, murderer’s head.

His army’s met us on the shore,
Now was the time to settle my score.
His form detached from the crowed,
And uttered a feral scream aloud.

I swooped and charged, Raging in;
Quicker toward my former kin.

Our companies met,
Our destinies set,
The battle began.
Savagely fighting man on man.

I ploughed through the deadly fray,
Like a horse set at freshly cut hay.
To find the man whom I seek,
Cowering hunched on a forgotten peak.

My hatred flared,
He gazed at me scared.
I raised my metal talent high,
To swat him down as if he were a fly.

Just before his heart I halted,
My moment of hatred slowly faulted.
Was I right to end his life,
With the sharp blade of my knife?
No I thought, I'm not of his sort.
Sheathing the sword at my thigh,
Regaining justice with a deep sigh.

I plucked the crown from his brow,
Dawning myself the true king now.
With his followers vanquished and gone,
Our company broke into joyous song.
The music of their voices filled the air,
And thus our story you came to bare.