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An Eagle flew through the forest, with a scar and quills of coal.
He heard a Starling singing and found her in a pine below.
She called to him as he listened, from a ring of frozen blooms.
‘Come with me, my champion. Oh, you shall be my groom.’
‘Girl my heart you’ve raptured, but I shall bring you strife.’
She did not heed his warning and pledged to be his wife. A Starling flew through the forest, with her nestlings in her wings.
She told them tales of honor, and prayers of great yearning.
The Eagle called his darling love, from a oak of frozen dreams.
‘Oh, my love, I must leave you, I cannot let it be.’
The Starling smiled so sweetly, and gave to him a sword.
‘Take heart my champion, go forth and save our lord.’ A Raven flew through the forest, calling for the Eagle’s nest.
His wings were bathed in crimson, his eyes a fiery crest.
The Eagle wept when he saw him and he begged his love to flee.
The Raven called to his victims, ‘your lives belong to me.’
He ignored the Eagle’s cry, as his love fell from above.
His hatred was not sated, ‘til the Eagle joined his love
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