The Hawk In Me
There is a hawk in me,
With talons like razor blades,
And piercing eyes like amber stones glittering in the sunlight
It screeches like the sound of sharp nails on a chalkboard;
It soars like a weightless missile falling to kill
It lives in my soul,
And makes me strong.
I wish my guide would show me the way.
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