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Head down, shoulders concave,

Mustang, tied and taught to behave,

Kollin surrendered, O' banners yet wave,

White flag nation, deemed unfit to save.

The captor: a raptor, that would be much faster,

Rested on the shoulders of conquered disasters,

Relentlessly begging for a seat in the rafters,

To point to the beyond's unreadable chapters.

To reach a star, by feet and sand,

"Unreachable Star!" the bird in hand's demand,

To step on purpose, not step on, planned,

Fate's new sister, a one strand band travellin' man.