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Ended Reign

With ruffled feathers he soars into the sky,
Trying his best to battle the mighty gale up high.
No longer featured in poems and films as a majestic beast,
His aesthetic power gone, his majesty ceased.
He shudders in the wind, says goodbye to his pride,
Tries to stay upright as he takes a last, long glide.
His days as an awesome bird of prey long gone,
Now reduced to nothing more than a creature flying into the dawn.
He tries to stay headstrong in the wind as he did in his youth,
As his bones and feathers continue trying to deny the truth.
He won't last much longer, so he tries to enjoy what remains
Of his life, of his land, of his flight, of his reign.
He feels the current pulling him down as his feathers finally protest,
His bones scream for mercy as the wind puts him to rest.
He doesn't feel bitter toward the breeze or beg to stay alive,
He instead accepts his end peacefully as he takes one last dive.

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