Roc

The giant bird swooped down and scooped me in its claws,
Took me from my country without warning
And dropped me on this craggy precipice,
Storing me for food.

Now all about is danger, jagged spikes,
Exposed and desolate, no place to hide.
No Sindbad I, no diamonds in my shawl
To barter freedom's price

I can only sit and wait my fate;
And so I crouch and scratch my name upon the rock,
And watch the slowly darkening sky as giant wings
Blacken out the moon.