Old Goldeneye, you gaze at me,

Old warrior, old hunter, old friend,

If I could but see what you do see,

I could behold our mortal end.


I see in your eye that blazing Fire,

That raw and relentless passion,

That call that draws you higher, higher,

In the wild in God's creation.


Goldeneye, how do I appear,

In that noble, primal stare,

Am I friend or am I fear,

Or do you even care?


Oh Goldeneye within this cage,

I wish that I could be,

The one who'd end your silent rage,

And set your spirit free.



The End

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