He clasps the crag with crooked handsnDeformed from gripping the rock so tightnClose to the sun in lonely landsnBut the wax never melts from his wingsnRinged with the azure world he standsnEmperor of the sky, lord of the oceannThe very image of a kingnnHis outstretched feathers overwhelming the skynAnd his innate pride to leadnSuggest power, not modestynBut he never kills without consumingnAnd though he is always watchful of his surroundingsnAs he skims the surface,nI suspect he doesn’t realize the panicnHis shadow inducesnIn the hearts of the creatures underneathnThe overflowing surge of reliefnThey feel as he revisitsnHis distinguished position on the cliffnAn immense wall of stonenTaking the place of a diamond covered thronenA shining ocean instead of a glittering palacenTo signify his statusnnThe wrinkled sea beneath him crawlsnTiptoeing past the sentient, piercing eyesnHe watches from his mountain wallsnHis mind once again boundless in flightnAnd like a thunderbolt, he fallsnRacing heart, never a doubtnOr glance behindnnnHis outstretched feathers overwhelming the skynAnd his innate pride to leadnSuggest power, not modestynBut he never kills without consumingnAnd though he is always watchful of his surroundingsnAs he skims the surface,nI suspect he doesn’t realize the panicnHis shadow inducesnIn the hearts of the creatures underneathnThe overflowing surge of reliefnThey feel as he revisitsnHis distinguished position on the cliffnAn immense wall of stonenTaking the place of a diamond covered thronenA shining ocean instead of a glittering palacenTo signify his statusnnGuided by instinct, his conscience remains unburdenednNever having to reflect within,nHe focuses relentlessly on the outside worldnHe manifests the answer to the oldest mysterynThe meaning of lifenNothing more than justnTo live