Eagles of the Dawn

Above the silent city, where the sun ascends, Two wings of steel and grace, their flight transcends. They soar where shadows fade, where light takes flight, A dance of freedom, in the endless night. Their eyes, like stars, pierce through the veil of time, A silent promise, a timeless rhyme. The city sleeps below, a world of stone, While they embrace the sky, their own. Eagles of the dawn, messengers of light, Carrying the whispers of the infinite. Their feathers catch the sun, a golden glow, A symbol of the soul, where dreams bestow. In their flight, we see our own ascent, A journey upward, where the heart is bent. For every soul, a wing to rise, To touch the heavens, to find the skies. Eagles of the dawn, they guide the way, Through the chaos, to the light of day. Their call is heard, a song of hope, A beacon for the weary, a flame that's deep. So let us rise, with wings unfurled, To meet the dawn, where dreams are curled. For in their flight, we find our own, A journey endless, where the soul is shown.