A beast of the sky
Didst sour ever high
And spotted well
The stirring gale

With simple ease
He cleared the breeze
And soon thereafter
Found cause for laughter

Quite tattered and slow
A beast flew bellow
Quick of decent
Predator went

A duel engaged
A battle raged
The once supposed prey
Didst conquer that day

Though tattered indeed
The Storm did concede
That stronger still
Was this beast's will

So judged as weak
Many might seek
Yet mightier sure
Is he that endure