Demonic fowl arching over the village Careful not to leak brilliance as spillage For the devils in the sky spread darkness Decaying of plants, and a spoiled mess A lack of nutrients and proper health The slayer of the skies dashes from stealth
He takes a large breath of air Whilst inflating his dead glare And screams, the mother of battle cries Their thief magic, falling to demise One by one, the falcons plummet Down and down, to the hero's summit Where he protects the great land of plain From evils created, he has slain
But do not let your guard drop For falcons may scar your crop And leave you dying for missing flora None remaining, but their remnant aura Of raping you of your will To grow, swooping yours to kill Just to fill their fat, empty stomachs In time, you will burn their candle wicks
Their time is coming, do not worry Their time is dying, they'll be sorry
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