ON FATHER'S RIGID WINGS
A Hawk, he soars on one path
his loyalty raining down with wrath.
Yet, his once glorious destiny unrolled,
his blue eyes glitter with frost,
new discoveries nothing foretold,
What once was good is now lost.
On Father's Rigid Wings he now soars,
A great enemy to the one who roars.
As his heart quickly darkens,
His endless path to success
has now become nothing more than a mess.
As this Hawk continues to think otherwise,
he causes many their tragic demise.
A brother in arms
now knows the harm,
A brother in arms has now cut his path short,
A splint to the chest,
And the Hawk's face has distort.
Memories of what this Hawk used to be,
Memories of what could have been,
They now run terribly free.
Yet as it is always said,
death is just another journey,
but in'this Hawk's case, it is stained red.
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Cats that were featured in this poem, try to find them:
Tigerstar, Firestar, Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw.
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