Transcendence
On a lofty cliff, I build my nest,
My heart longs to travel West.
I touch the wind, with talons and dreams,
My wings span the heavens, it seems.
The azure sky my home, I soar,
My wings grow stiffer with gore.
My eyes, like beacons, keen and bright,
Reflect realms of endless height.
In skies my brothers soar and dance,
they claim the sky in freedom's trance.
I am the symbol of both might and grace,
Glory's emblem, I embrace.
Yet as the sun slowly sets,
My heart quivers, my brow sweats.
I let go of my fleeting breath,
Embracing triumph, I face my death.
For even eagles, bold and grand,
Must someday yield to God’s hand.
I spread aloft, my wings of gold,
My dimmed eyes grow tired and cold.
Glassy, they shatter and gleam,
As I join the gods with my final scream.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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