A young bird
An eyas
He is fledging
But he has no strength
So he runs, he run
And when he runs, he is
Posessed
By darkness, and hatred-that-returns
So he flees farther
To hide
And years hence
He has courage
To defeat his dark enemy
And does
He is trembling
Alone
But not forever
Soon
He will be strong
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