When you get here you don't know was I fast or was I slow? Soaring high I'd spot my prey. Will not, can not get away. It's the nature of the beast. I was greatest, they the least. How majestic was I there. A true wonder in the air. Now suddenly, this. Why? What has happened to my sky? I long to soar, to no avail. Alas, I am but now a shell. A creature snatched before my feast. What once was greatest, now is least.
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