Flight of the Steel Eagles
In the morn long before the rising sun
I travel through this frozen wasteland
Cold and black like an endless void
Yet sparked with the beauty of the star-lit sky.
I say my farewells, and board my coach
I travel away from my homeland
South towards the frozen sea
To the nest where steel eagles call home.
Many people, from lands both far and near
Come here to ride upon the backs of the steel eagles
Lines grow long, farther than the eye can see
Yet move swiftly, faster than the pace of time.
I sit here watching, in awe of the shear vastness
I see the steel eagles taking turn,
Land upon their nest
And taking to the air
Carrying their passengers upon their backs
Flying to all corners of this world.
And so I sit, waiting
Waiting for the time where I shall once more
Ride upon the steel eagle.