Renegade

Rebellion (?)

Flying across the darkest oceans, wings covered with dirty stains and black paint. Flames lick around wounds, creating holes deep as the darkest lakes. Old crusts break upon the simple forces unleashed by humans under illusions, but the inner essence still keeps the soul and mind going on. Flap to flap to flap the distance melts, islands suddenly appear and disappear, flickering schemes of a neverending process in time. Like a renegade from a foreign land, the eagle pushes on, always striking against the creatures he understands as enemies. His heart is full of suspense and energy as he leaves his traces inside the minds of other beings, modifying their will and adjusting it to the harsh reality they tried to escap. Like a rebellion against cowardice and fear, against the innermost barriers keeping every being from living as they wish for. Nothing is sustainable but everything is steadliy changing, directions and meaning, opinions float, shape courses of thoughts and beliefs only to be forgotten again. While the eagle tries to break free from his hunters with fire, he brings the brave mindset back to creatures and beings that lost orientation. And as he is slowly dying, his proposed behaviour will be forgotten again, remaining a lost memory in the minds of a few disorientated beings. But his willpower and his neverending force is the impetus and standard of a new generation that will evolve to transform the living beings again until another renegade crosses the ocean, creating a new illusion. It's a process, a self-assuring procedure kept alive through every living creatures but greatly praised by humans...