اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
On still and stirless burning plains
Slowly spread its mighty wings
A w ild-fowl - throe, pestilent pain
Vomits cruel curse in the drift
Freezing gray glancing eyes
Torn, blood-stained plume petals
Breaks a flag, then trembling slight
As ascends and aims the sky
Screak consumes his brawn
Air clamors and squalls
His body crumbles to dust
Burns, flames and blasts
Red wound is the fading dusk
Acts with freeze, tormented limp,
Ash's been spread by the gray land
To resurrect and fly again
