Thoughts of crystal,
A crown of thorns,
Blue satin flames
Burning ice
And the flutter of wings.
The earth shudders,
The sky, full of crimson clouds,
Flames in the night
As the wings of the eagle
Propel him forth
From the bowels of his prison,
His shackels broken and cast aside.
Forward movement,
Hesitation
And the crack of the sonic boom
As the invasion begins.
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