Watch Me

See through my eyes

Watch as I soar,

I seem to be an omen

Good or bad, however you interpret.

This war I see, unfolding before me,

Just for a woman, ten years is the curse.

Ten long years of old men talking, young men dying and women weeping.

Nothing good will come of this.

No one can be satisfied, only the lord of the dead.

I am and eagle, an omen, a god.

Watch as I soar.