Just feel the wind rush over your wings
you're the one who's got the power of wings
You're blessed, for others are confessed
For you is the whole enigma
created to reflect your arena
You're the bravest, you're the thickest
for only you can catch the Gray one- a wolf, when it's bittest
Diving steep, shearing through the streams
your cruising speed is of no match for the being
With those crushing claws you grasp the jaws
The hunter itself gets hunted, but for its own flaws
You don't fear death, you don't retreat on your back
You don't wait to take a breath so no one's gonna ever steal your wealth
There's no run for there's no hum
Aquiline you are, but the Golden one
(Usama Ahmad Rana- May 18,2011 6pm)
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