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| Wings of Fire by � blue_panther Two eagles came out of the east as they flew they sang. The song they sang was like the wind they rode. We will fly from the east to west and give our fire to all those that have need of it. This we have done as long as the world has been and for a space of time not yet come, we will fly. As long as this world lives and the eagles who carry the fire across the sky fly. And the day and night will have the fire of light. With the light of the day came the eagle of the day, on the wind she flew, on wings of fire. The fire of her spirit showed through out the sky. Her brother also flies the skies. His light is not as bright as hers, but all loved him, poets romanced him. Between them the world had light. The warm fire of the day and the cold fire of the night. The eagles never land, on tireless wings they fly, for when they land this world will die and be no more. The song they sing is. May the wind under our wings never cease and may we never tire of our endless task, and may the fire on our wings never grow less in intensity for when we die. The land also dies. David Stalvey Blue Panther |