Eagle

Outside, the storm lions roar
And furious about it too
There's a flash of well-lit sky
Like our photos are being taken

This window's all that shields me
From in the storm and out
One crack of light
And this too is gone
I'm fortress'd yet fragile

There in the distance,
In the light of a cloud crash
I see a struggling bird
Crudely croons, unsweetly scared
I listen - it is an eagle

It's young in this world
Unblessed with experience
Explains its ditherly gait
It strumbles and strandles
And bumbles and bambles
If I'd wings
Would've given it a hand

A cloud veers in
Sweers the affrighted bird
Misses being shocked to lightning
By an inch
Cold rain bathes it
Smothers its tears and its sweat
Majesty
In inglorious dither

The eagle on a day
Unlike this storm'd night
Would've flown proud
And snobbishly swither
But this dusk of a day
Brought sunlight to wither
And all left was a storm of a qither

The clouds crashed
Lightning flashed
Thunder cracked
Skies split
And when I looked up again
Into the unmusical night
I saw no bird to grace night's sky
Was it gone?
It was,
For I could see not a wing
I could not see the eagle that danced
In the wind like a feather

Clouds crashed
Lightning flashed
Thunder cracked
The skies split
And in that crystallised moment
I saw what I wanted
Lofty eagle, soaring proudly brave
Above the skies
Safe from the dark of the mortal realm
Having shot through the clouds
To the other, safer side
It had conquest'd the dark
Wild eagle, now
As black as the Sun at night:
Hidden, yet glorious.
King of the storms.