Riddle of Wings by Lferion  

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Riddle of Wings


Winged am I, wind weaver     watching with keen eyes the world

Borne on my broad back     Fate battered brands from burning snatched

Crownéd I, I carry kings     Call, in might I come

Or Not; at narrow need     Near my knowing lord

All the air enfolds     Is his; I act at endings

Who am I?


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