Eagle and Boar: The Striped Power

The eagle soared above the world so high, He watched as life unraveled far below, A knight of winds, he played with streams in the sky, He'd live in peace, not knowing any foe. But the bees were full of envy, buzzing loud, They wished to ground the eagle's mighty flight. They whispered to the boar, their voices proud: "He's too free, make him bow to your might." "Your neighbor's famed in the sky so wide, Too free, it seems, without an enemy. Why should he own the mountains, fields, and tide? Let’s clip his wings, and take his liberty." The boar, swayed by the envious bees' hum, Decided to challenge the eagle's reign: "Come down to me, we have important matters, Give me your gift, or feel my wrath and pain!" The eagle, startled by his friend's demand, Replied with sorrow, not with hate or spite: "We were allies once, I never could have thought, That you would come to me seeking a fight." But the boar ignored the eagle's reason, Stubbornly, he roared: "Come down to me, now! Give me what’s rightfully mine, or soon I'll take both your wings; you'll see, somehow." The eagle gazed at his brazen foe, A storm brewed deep within his eyes. He dove down swiftly, like a thunder’s glow, A strike that held no mercy in the skies. The boar, confident in his upcoming victory, Believed that his actions were just and right. But his heart squeezed tight as the eagle neared, Sensing the hunter’s fierce, relentless might. The eagle grabbed the boar by his mane, The heavens lent him strength untold. Like lightning, he lifted the brute in pain, The boar's screams echoed, as his life grew cold. "My friend, it wasn't me, it was the bees, Their buzzing drove me to this fray. They made me threaten you with war, Twisting my mind with their words today." Yet the eagle had made his judgment clear, He soared higher, leaving all behind. At the mountain’s peak, in sunset’s crimson glow, He left the boar's bones, a warning sign. Now the eagle knew the truth of their deceit, His gaze, more fierce than any storm's breath. He kept the lessons learned from bitter fights With the scheming bees that whispered death. The world’s hives buzz with an uneven hum, Unaware of the trials they will face. Justice shall bow down the rebellious ones, With a flap of wings, their pride erased. And the hive will fall silent in fear, Their stingers and pleas won’t save them. The eagle, like a flash of lightning, Flies on to mete out judgment's stem. And all who envied the skies will know, That playing games with a predator is folly. Freedom’s a gift, not something to bestow, And those who challenge, will find no peace, only war. At the mountain’s peak, in sunset’s crimson glow, He left the boar's bones, a warning sign. Now the eagle knew the truth of their deceit, His gaze, more fierce than any storm's breath. He kept the lessons learned from bitter fights With the scheming bees that whispered death. The world’s hives buzz with an uneven hum, Unaware of the trials they will face. Justice shall bow down the rebellious ones, With a flap of wings, their pride erased. And the hive will fall silent in fear, Their stingers and pleas won’t save them. The eagle, like a flash of lightning, Flies on to mete out judgment's stem. And all who envied the skies will know, That playing games with a predator is folly. Freedom’s a gift, not something to bestow, And those who challenge, will find no peace, only war.