A Winter Eagle

A winter eagle would have let you go
To make blood flowers in the snow.
A winter eagle would have made you see
Your bitter loss in purgatory,
To purge and gag the mouths you feed
And settle scores with enemies.

A winter eagle would have guided you
Throught night and fog a while or two.
A winter eagle would have crossed your path
To fall and rise and to turn back
And spectral winds to haunt your soul
While vultures feed upon your carrion.

The wine you brew is not your own
You cannot reap what you have sown,
Lingering for decades to come
And strike again when things are done;
A winter eagle would then let you know
Keep your eyes open in the falling snow.