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The Time Of Eagles
by Wildflower

They open their mouths,
to imbibe your soul.

And you, left on the ground
to wither and roll.

They soar up,
and turn in the sky.

The black nights sky.

And why?

Because it is the Eagles time.

And with the looks of evil
in their eyes,
they rise.

And rise. Until the whites of their eyes turn green,
and the sun can no longer be seen.

And why?

Because- it is Time.