Attila

Attila

With eyes of eagles, arrows aimed,

Upon a steel horse to slay,

The earth to rush, the wind to blow,

A heart beat from a death to them bestow.

The sun to shine like a million flames,

The wicked and their warring games.

He found the mind of a Sheppard flock.

To travel peacefully there and back.

Until the death of slaves makes blind the rich,

To surpass the battle and the myth.

A thousand dead or maybe more,

Upon the earth his children, him to bore.

For myth and fact be with the stars,

And skin and bone eternally charred.

He finally stood as kings to bear,

An empire half the earth, so fair.