Riddle of Wings by Lferion

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Riddle of Wings


Winged am I, wind weaver     watching with keen eyes the world
Borne on my broad back     Fate battered brands from burning snatched
Crownéd I, I carry kings     Call, in might I come
Or Not; at narrow need     Near my knowing lord
All the air enfolds     Is his; I act at endings
Who am I?


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