Upon the feathers of a winged beast
In search of prey in which to feast;
Witnessing falconry through tear-stained orbs,
Cloaked in a veil to all the world;
I whisper a prayer for this insanity to end.
This loathsome trepidation that has now become my friend.
I crave placidity, yet deny its right.
My only wish is to triumph tonight.