The lion glories on ensanguined plains,
Imprints his majesty with easy strains;
Much like the eagle who with piercing eyes,
From crag or castle, cleaves the liquid skies
Swifter than doves can move or darting grouse.
Since royals with royals mix of equal house,
Both natures crossed in chroniclers noble thought
To birth a beast that nature never wrought
Yet droves corroborate from pilgrimages
Whose self between the two supplied the bridges.
Like waves approaching upper, rocky puddles,
Memory merges pools and matter muddles.
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Last edited by Erik Olson; 04-02-2016 at 06:31 PM.
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