About Me
In the dead darkness of the night there is a terrific terror above. As it flies through the air, flaming feathers of ole break the light. Glorious golden emerald encrusted tallons pierce through the prey of this beast. Shrill cries of triumph and splendor resonate from the razor blades that are its beak. Spewing out fire and ore, he brings a prey to the high treetops of the great northern forest. It is...The Falcon, and I am, The Falconer!!!!!
