The eagles eyes are watching
Searching for the prey
The lion is ready
His teeth are on display
The bull is there also
His horns shining bright
And man is out the front
A symbol of His might
Their wings touch each other
Straight ahead they go
Not looking to another
The job at hand they know
Between the coals of fire
Small torches move about
The fire glows brightly
Then you hear the shout
Awesome is His majesty
Come
While it may be found
Let His holy fire
Purify this ground.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2023 00:45
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Good poem!
Power to you, Addy. (Bloody spell-check!)
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