11 May 2012
As it raised its scaly head to the sky, it let out an almighty roar that shook the peasants houses and left the mayor quaking in his boots. It lifted its majestic feathered wings and soared high into the night sky. Tonight it felt free, no more in the captivity of men but free. Tonight it was the master of the skies, the one and only, respected creature. The beginning of myths and the end of questioning. The flap of its wings swept through the hay fields like a blade through a soft fruit. Its eyes reflected the pain it had witnessed and shared. It struck fear in the hearts of many but to me, it was beautiful. To me, Flore, was the most beautiful beast I'd ever seen.
Flore • Opuss № I