Academy

The lights turn on, though there's still not a sound.
no tracks yet made in the snow-laden ground.

Then like a crack,
there's purple, there's black.

They've come like a flood.
they're brothers, not blood.

The greatest leader could here be a pawn.
The ugliest ducking could here be a swan.

Here they've come to learn to lead,
bound together by a single creed.

Here the purity of a star,
can cure the deepest bleeding scar.

Those that fly with the snowy owl,
Will turn a cheek to snarl and scowl.

And once the men have had their share,
they'll leave their gracious host's care.

Like they came, they disappear,
but the things they learned were oh so dear.