striding the parapit as if unafraid
an incarnate eagle's cry
wrapped in my palm's caressing sigh
and now the time is nigh
my silver prey
flings his spite
then registers upon this silenced sight
and departs unwilling
on his ethereal flight
then once more turning to face
two more athletes in this deadly race
and with all of God's given grace
diving from this eyried place
bringing death down with the eagle's terrible pace
and so finally thrice
some naive foe, mortally late
learns of the bitter lesson held in his fate
one we would all do well to take;
“it's not about the gun”
Cs lagið?
<br><br> <font color=“#000000”><b>:: </b></font><font color=“#808080”><b>|</b></font> <b>ch<a href="
http://easy.go.is/tjong“><u><font color=”#0000FF“>o</font></u></a>ng-</b>
<font color=”#000000“><b>:: </b></font><font color=”#808080“><b>| </font><a href=”mailto:chong@visir.is“><font color=”#0000FF“><u>e</u></font></a>inar </b>
<i>”Ég bað hann vera góður, þá vera hann band óður, fór að lemja mig, khremja mig og brjóta alla bein“</i>
<b><font color=”#808080“>'Ksher</font><font color=”#FFFFFF">(ea)
Evil one(s)</font></