Titan

by Amado Ona Tandoc III "... and like a thunderbolt, he falls." - Tennyson, The Eagle his wings span with a nobility unknown to brutes the distance to the horizon's vanishing point his feathers write across the sky his exploits of courage and cunning, his triumph over time his instinct is not to survive but to hunt, the blood within him surges with desire for flight his eyes are as sharp as knives cleaving the heart of lesser creatures with force and fear his claws make contact with air and slice it into entities that concede to his might his cosmos is unbridled, vertigo-inducing height that wingless beasts can only dream of when they sleep his meaning is infinite, it is of his feats that myths are made of his maneuvers are flashes of thunderbolt over sea and city his name is Titan. This one poem by Amado Tandoc III really got my attention. Without him knowing, I'll publish it over to my blogspace. Tags: titan, amado, tandoc, doctormagnus, adsense, google