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By Lady Zadeen
Beyond the stones that touched the sky
Above the Winds that fed souls' fires
The whisper of a Gryphon's cry
Erupted from the heavens.
Her voice was fiercely strong and steady
And pierced the heaven's breast
For all her senses acute and ready,
As she was on the hunt.
Her mind was sharp as were her talons,
Her eyes searched down below,
Her heart was strong, her soul was valiant,
And her golden feathers shown.
No other matched her in beauty
No other flew as high,
No other had as strong sense of duty
Or chivalry or art.
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