snow-wind's

Updated: May 4, 2025

Greedy and fleet Do we fly from far, Like the birds that meet For the feast of war, Till the air of fight With our wings be stirred, As it whirrs from the flight Of the ravening bird. Like the flakes that drift On the snow-wind's breath, Many and swift, And winged for death Greedy and fleet, Do we speed from far, Like the birds that meet On the bridge of war.

Henry Rider Haggard - The World's Desire