PHOTO PROMPT © Krista Strutz

I

I am the beast that soars in the sky… wings so large that I block out the sun… eyes so sharp that I look into souls… talons so strong that I shred the hardened. I feed on the snake… the vicious venom that flows through souls. I scavenge the carrion… the conscience that is long dead.

I am the man who floats upon water… who cuts across the seas. I leave ripples in my wake that touch every shore. Everything here is mine for the taking. I create, I protect, I destroy.

I am the union of the man and the beast. I am.


Written in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge of 17 Sep 2021

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