The law of the valley

Unparalleled speeds drown the bird deep into the clear abyss. Broken twigs line its grave as its thrashing body tackles with the pulsating water. Locked in enthralling combat with its every move.

'man the cannons' wouldn't be a surprise to hear upon listening close as it arms itself ready to fire each wretched bout. But from a distance it whistles by, accompanied by its beckoning war cry.

Thousands behind it, thousands ahead; the law of the valley and the road to death.

It greats beats and defeats every enemy blocking its eternal path. Its prey fall under its might and;

further along a swallow takes first flight. Swans dive and herons call, calling all to be within its thrall.

The birds grave drifts across the swallows and the swans, passing the herons and fishes everlasting bond. Half backed it glides whilst singing deaths lullaby.

Movement is lost, the bird is dead, not a cut to be found yet the water's still red.

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