Band Of The Falcon – Day 198, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

As the kettle gets too hot to handle while the whistle blows,
Hawks fly in flocks as the heat from war rises.
But,
As sweet as it sounds,
That moment arrives where they must depart.
Isolated inside the belly of the Beast.
And,
Never shall they know when they’re attacked by their own.
Once a territory’s been seized by One,
Who knows what they’ll do to keep what they believe is solely theirs,
After being stripped of pride held closer than blood.
All the signs were there,
Of His betrayal.
As soon as control over His prized fighter was lost.
As soon as He tasted bitterness from forfeit for the very first time.
A face disfigured by every once of greed laying on His chest.
A soul gladly suffering in the hands of Death,
While cocooned by a force of darkness driving anyone mad who lays an eye upon it.
Here lies the fallen…
Here rises a monster with taste only for tears from the broken…