The Eyes of the Sad Eagle

The eagle, from the smoky sky
See the fury of the rational
What was green and full of life
Is now just a gray blur

In your dismay
Feel the breath of death
Climb as high as possible
Until you reach the dark zone

Wake up in the middle of the fall
She is doomed
Fly to extreme tiredness
And lands unhappy

In the eyes, the shine of pain
In the mind, she does not understand reasons
In the body, the impotence of dying
In the soul, the sadness of revolt