cernis inexperto rorantes sanguine ventos, et plumis stillare diem? quae saeva repente victores agitat leto Iovis ira sinistri? hic excelsa petens subita face solus inarsit summisitque animos, illum vestigia adortum maiorum volucrum tenerae deponitis alae, hic hosti implicitus pariter ruit, hunc fuga retro volvit agens sociae linquentem fata catervae, hic nimbo glomeratus obit, hic praepete viva pascitur immoriens; spargit cava nubila sanguis.
Do you see how the winds drizzle with blood as neer before, how the day drips with feathers? What fierce wrath of baleful Jove suddenly drives the victors to death? One, seeking the heights, has all at once taken fire from the suns torch and abated his pride; another his young wings let down as he attempts the tracks of bigger birds; this one plunges entangled with his foe; him flight rolls backward as he leaves his allied squadron to their fate; another perishes caught up in a storm-wrack; another dying feeds upon a living bird;  blood bespatters the hollow clouds.
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