Fantastical Letters of Faerie Lee — Hymn II

How Persaigle came to be

A friend of the sky was the ancient fowl.

Cross was she with the lands that lay low.

Ever wandering the heavens was her doing,

For she was naught but firmament’s child.

Forevermost she flew as the traveller above

During the day she thought of every way,

Except landing to slumber grew to be not her thing;

Thus Homa was dubbed she, the never retiring pilot.

But a day met our still young Bird,

A guide charged by the holy God, Ahura.

Persia christened was he, as he ticked.

A tiny tingle with marvelous fury had his temper.

A radiation pertaining to the Sun’s glory stemmed from his wings,

Adorned with six petals was each of the pair.

From his golden belt hung dangling a sheathed knife.

“An Angel with no tinkle o’toll, let alone a collar of jewels!?”

Was the Eagle’s remark as she scoffed.

“O, yes, yes, no wonder you look so dull!”

‘Teasing if was his deed, let it brew to the rim,

For I shall roast him so quick, with breath share of a cheek.’

Pondered the Eagle with sulk,

As taciturnity was his middle name.

For brooding on anguish was also among her habits.

“To choose your Bed is what your Lord asks of you,”

Rhymed Persia in furious pride, as if

He’d come prepared for this line.

Not to argue was as well in the Eagle’s mood,

So from the lands sliding below she picked

A parcel with visage roughly of a cat.

But no clue had she of felines upon this Land.

Delighted returned with glad tidings to the Heavens Realm.

Declared Persia the whereabouts of the fowl’s nest,

“Gone to the hay in Damfang Mount, your Majesty.”

With a Bow at Ahura, blessed by, came to a close his toil.

Thus from then onwards known by the world was

The bird as the Great Persaigle, the Persian Eagle. 

Ahura has at last chosen His Land,

Worthy of His Hooman Heir;

For has not yet arrived the time 

For Him to commence the rite of Hooman creation. 

And when the time comes, the needful amount

Will be collected from this place of the Earth.

Aurora is the name that the land shall go by in the end,

As tragic will be the lot this land shall bear.

Its story is already patched with ups and downs

That are mingled with Hooman’s tale.

But will it be truly the envy of the other realms?

Whatever be it may, the quest for the Hooman Heirloom

Is a packed deal, as time calls for the setting of a new scene—

The setting that shall honour Engelbert in the soil-picking ceremony.