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Ode to a windlord
O eagle, you are the gale’s mighty blow!
Whose presence quakes the thunderclouds with fear
your windborne wings and flight shall drive them low
and whip the skies with vicious torrents of air
to blow the sea into a raging bed
whose roaring waves take with them lives so dear
Majestic lord! Soar up with wings outspread
And cry to your meek sky your regal law
Your piercing screech stabs all hearts with dread
before you, stout tree trunks wither to straw
and stony mountains crumble into dust
Beneath your wings, their shadows all withdraw
By Lulleh (Rid)
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