The Arkbird

The white bird falls from above
It cradles a lance against its bosom
Ravens approach its path
It extends the lance

The bird strikes out against the ravens
But they dodge its attacks
The ravens are saddened by the event
But they attack the bird

The bird strikes out again
The ravens scatter
It flaps hard
And regains height

It is wounded
Striking all around it
As it gains height
The ravens are defensive

They dance through the air
Avoiding the bird's desperate strikes
The ravens strike at the bird
and it falls

The bird claws at the air
But its wings are clipped
It falls gracefully
and lands with a splash

The ravens head for their nests
Heads held high
Forgotten heroes
In this unsung war