Nurtured under hippogriff's wing to his kindness we did cling. For him,to be people's king to hear the bards, of us sing. Back then we heard either side. To help everyone, we tried. During our watch, no one died. And when I did die, you cried. As we flew even higher we had no one to admire. Cared about the burning fire but were blind to see our pyre. Celebration every year, guardian idols of gates near. Would her people shed a tear or they'd look at us in fear?
