2Why do we need a silver griffin poem? To match the golden griffin one of course! This is the only poem that does not rhyme in the collection. It is very short compared to the others
The Silver Griffin
His eyes
Green and round and harsh
Cutting through the mists of this land
His head
Regal and high like a kings
Whipping to survey his surroundings
His feathers
Silver and pale
Slicing through the air like daggers of the metal
His talons
Curved and dark
Falling upon his prey with no mercy
He stands
His head and tail high and proud
His wings held above his back
His claws digging into the fertile earth
He leaps
His wings spread wide
His hind paws kick at the air
His tail, raised and proud, guides him
He flies
His body hurtling 'cross the sky
His feathers ruffled by winds
His head tilted to feel the breath of the sky
He waits
His perfect figure circling in the mists
Lands
Stops
Motionless
As he waits for his story to finally be written