The Fire Hawk

Hunted, in the wild, the forest screams

The flames of fire, from the arrow, the archer sails his arrow

Through the sky, the red bleeds, the call of game

The apple falls, split in two, the time for glory, on fire

Flying in the wind, the master will begin

The longest flight, the magic in the blade

Feathers in a hat, so tall, the marching to the pipes

The tiger eye, so piercing keen, what sheen will be his prize

The hawk will brake the tie, the winner takes the maiden