An ‘Eagle’ flew above the gloomy clouds
That engulfed him in a misty shroud
The ‘Eagle’ whispered to the clouds to ‘rain’
The downpour entrapped him in a watery bane
Lightning struck and broke his feeble wings
The mighty storms blew in full swing
The Eagle lifted his broken wings in flight
And flew higher toward that blissful light
The Eagle, to the sky’s embrace, has flown
Fearless; is that his coffin or his throne?
In Heaven he will now eternally dwell
It was the time for him to bid farewell
Do not grieve or his passing mourn
For he is at Peace; and unto Peace reborn
Max O'Reilly
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