Falcon

Looking down on your kingdom as if the ants we're your slaves.

Looking down into the sky,
I can still see faces inside the maze,
along with eagles and dragons
with their eyes ablaze.

And I wonder on how it would be
if i looked down onto the sand and waves,
and be a falcon, looking out on my kingdom
as if the ants were my slaves.

I would land on the hills,
amongst the worst of the winds,
and I would just stay,
and watch,
untill the thrill has gone away.

Then we could make it a high night,
fly out to the sun
and chase away the light
of the day we've just undone.