Literature
The Owl's Requiem
An owl, a gracious bird of mystery. A bird of wisdom, nothing to cloud her mind, free to soar the sky.
Her feathers ruffled, her eyes, hold, sorrow and fear, her stance ready to defend or strike. Who, I ask, will cut the chains that bind her. Who i ask, will unlock the bars that cage her. Her guardian, the king of the skies, is soon to be freed. Her head bowed in defeat. Will he free her, the mistress of the night, or will he forget her, does he even care any longer? Fear after fear, tear after tear, does he see, does he care? Does he know of the pain he has caused? Will he reassure her and free her to fly along side him, or wil