Doomblade64

The Eagle soared through the sky, Searching for untold injustice and flying higher ever in search of freedom, But a toll must be paid for every dropping she laid, the skulls of the defeated and the bones of the wicked make up her nest, No children left to sow and no color left to her chest. She has seen conquerors come and go, Usurpers and terrorists and all the like, but her favorite was the dragon. From a misty valley far away, from the strength of the people and iron of the land, from despotism and tyranny, from anarchy and blasphemy, Now a massive beast. Sowed from greatness, and stitched by nations, This thing does intimidat