One friend sees a Pegasus mustang rearing, prepared for a battle against the Darkness. War is its function.
Another sees a dragon with twisted neck, staring into the Prelude to Darkness, wings already overtaken because it did not take action when Darkness approached its perch. Complacency earns its wages.
A third forsakes the plume for one smaller, seemingly less significant creature. A Mockingjay, escaping the fray altogether unscathed, but not without affliction and a hint of Darkness. All matters begin with the heart; Courage wins the war before the war is made known.
December Rose 
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