Narrative+Poem

Away he rides on silver wings To lands near and far With flaming sword his power brings The blade a bright star His features held the dark of night His silence just as well And just behind the Prince of Flight A harrowing past will tell But borne of silver wings he flies To kingdoms here and there Drifting from them, sorrow cries From the dark, oppressive snare With his sword and powerful gaze The Prince of Flight arrives To drive out the cruel in a wrathful blaze And keep the hope alive