The eagle lays perched atop the dome of the cathedral.
Perched atop the bridge between the heavens and the Earth.
He rules a no man's land of solitude and solace, the king of an empty land.
But his reign may come to a crumpling end, the winds of arrogance will only take a creature so far.
This eagle yearns to fly above the clouds, but fails to muster up the strength to flap its wings.
The eagle will fly today, he will beat his wings and rise,
Let him find direction before he crashes in ruins, let him find direction so can perch himself atop the clouds.
The tone reaches the spirit of those who have been there and may indeed be there again sometime! A beautiful beginning!
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