L.O.D.

An eagle flies malleable through the valley
A dust of wind tastes light his wings
Wired noises were coming though the darkness
Anything mysterious surrounds the landscape

It seams that this landscape is untouched
No affect adversely by the human race

All life in this area seams died out
Even no cries of animals can be heared
It seams……

Just one creature flies through the valley
It is the eagle who is searching his way
He's flying over hills and mountains
He's flying into the light of the black moon

It seams…..