The Heros of Icon Hill

The Heros, like birds, have flown Icon Hill,
Their ol’ fleeting home now calm and still.
No longer filled with song and cheer,
The empty nest feels cold and clear.

Yet, scarcely a heartbeat has passed away,
Now vultures arrive to stake their stay.
Upon what once was a place of delight,
They claim the throne in the fading light.

The new arrivals, so quiet, so discreet,
With shadowed steps, their claim complete.
No joyful chatter, no echo remains,
Just solemn silence within their veins.

But fear yet not, for soon the birds shall reunite,
The Iconic flock will reclaim its flight.
Or meet on brighter shores, where laughter is near,
And bonds endure through each passing year.