Aislinn the Bard

Firefalcon rising higher,
Flies with thunder enfolding,
Mounting heaven with desire,
Climbs above oceans rolling.

Firefalcon, golden raptor,
After burners whitely burning.
Up and out the open door,
Fire pinions heaven yearning.

Day turning twilight curving
Rising to orbit speed.
Now silent thrusters serving
Acceleration friction freed.

Sing metal stir with motion
Newer engines made of music.
Fire falcon to creation,
Starbound on the first harmonic.

Firefalcon singing joyous,
Freer flies, heaven to capture.
Freer flies the stellar chorus
Falcon soars into rapture.