Fowl-Hunting Golden Claw

When I was young, I once saw a mighty eagle.
It flapped its wings, forged from steel and iron, and blanketed the sky.
With eyes blazing with fury, it gazed upon the earth below.
Its colossal claws, crafted from gold, gleamed like a second sun in the sky.
Later, I learned that this eagle was the natural enemy of the Coronal Phoenix.
In the twilight of my years, fate reunited me with the eagle.
Once the sovereign of the skies, it lay helpless on the ground, near death.
Its wings were pierced with holes, its eyes dimmed,
And even its golden claws were covered in the rust of time.
It appeared that the century-long hunt had come to an end,
As the mighty eagle succumbed to the relentless spawn of evil birds.
As I stood there mourning its fate, the eagle's body ignited in a fiery blaze,
And from within that golden flame, a rejuvenated form emerged, spreading its wings with renewed vigor.