Bright the Hawk in the Sunlit Sky
In the skies high above, there's a screech, what a sound,
A hawk, name of Bright, is flying around.
Observed from the ocean, beheld from the ground.
Éa's been formed, a new world is found.
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Oh Bright the Hawk, he lets out a screech,
As he flies east to west, over each Reach.
Dragons of fire, humans with speech.
Mountains on islands, waves meet sand of the beach.
...
But Earthsea still turns, and dark is the night.
So this wide-ranging avian, reaches end of his flight.
While he be hawk of the true-name of Bright.
Long is the dark, bereft of sunlight.
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So in time he'll be named in Creation's song.
As the planet turns, as time marches along.
Remember Bright, and you cannot go wrong.
In Creation's saga, seen through eyes of the throng.