They gazed upon the towers. “Was this land beset with kings?”
“Surely,” One enjoined. “They must’ve been possessed of wings.”
“Aye. Is scribed they, on great beasts of iron, voyaged high,
To the ancient pitted rock, which egglike, hangs upon the sky.”
“Foolish superstition,” the youth rebuffed as elder glared.
“The bravest falcon’s climb is by swirling elements ensnared.”
The recusant gained all ground by nascent curtains of nocturn;
And only the old man wondered at the nameless gods’ return.
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