((This started out as a short rhyme that came to mind shortly after waking up a few days ago, partly stirred by the recent news stories of mysterious en masse deaths of birds and sealife that have occurred. I posted the rhyme on Facebook and went about my day, only to discover later that my dad had responded to it with a rhyme of his own. From there, it evolved into an accidental collab piece, which, if it hasn't yet settled on a final form, is pretty darn close. Text is reprinted here in it's original form; the only changes are to formatting, and correcting one stupid typo I should have caught earlier))
Five hundred birds fall from the sky
And dead fish in the sea
The Prince of Falcons traveled west
To seek a reckoning
Fly Falcon! Spread your doom.
The reckoning is coming soon.
Across the dying wind and streams
The voice did keen, the voice did keen
And drew the Prince of Falcons on
To seek counsel from the Faerie Queen
Stoop now Falcon. Spread your wings!
Alight. Seek solace in your dreams.
Marble tapestries were hung
'Pon walls of silk and gossamer
Ensconced in silver glamered throne
He found the Queen and bowed to her
"Arise, Falcon!" Lift your eyes.
Alone you reign. Your throne the skies!"
The daughter of the Faerie Queen
Saw the Prince return to air
And tracked him with a weather eye
Intent to bring him back ensnared
Die Falcon. Like your kin.
In sacrifice we live again.
Cunning traps the daughter lay
To catch the Prince out of the skies
Never once this huntress wild
Had ever failed to fell her prize
Hundreds from the sky and sea
All gave their strength to empower me.
The Princess, she must not prevail
I cannot fall. I cannot fail!
Strive Falcon, against your fear
The reckoning is drawing near.
For an age the Prince has flown
And slipped between the daughter's hands
And still must fly, for her fey nets
Are cast about upon the land
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