A creature of the sky
The most graceful and swift
You can never even spy
As high in the air it would drift.
The creature with the eagle's head
Sharp talons and menacing beak
Blood showed in its mouth, red
As it soared to its peak.
Armour like that of a crocodile
And Skin like that of a goat
Its kills under its feet in a pile
Few have seen it and less may quote.
It has great agility
With wings in disproportion
Its speed none would agree
And always seen as a bad omen.
Few saw it as a good omen
Replaced and even warned.
Now with its new wings, it has risen
And thus The Griffin was born.
