The small griffon was dancing in the clouds and swinging from the trees in joy, crying out and singing a song of her own making. Oh she hadn't been seen in quite a long time, but the bird had never fo... View MoreThe small griffon was dancing in the clouds and swinging from the trees in joy, crying out and singing a song of her own making. Oh she hadn't been seen in quite a long time, but the bird had never forgotten her time on the Avenue many years before.
"Tick tock the bird has waited!
Always waiting, never baited!
Tick tock the bird did watch,
As the Avenue began to rot!
Inside out, inside in;
A den of debauchery, a den of sin!
The bird did perch and witness below,
The slow descent of which she had known!
Oh yes she had predicted this fate;
But then change happened before t'was too late!
Now perhaps the Avenue can rise,
And can now be saved from its own demise~"
There was a soft, cold laugh, a knowing glint in the griffon's eyes as she observed her old hunting grounds once more from the branch she settled onto, tail lashing and claws digging into the bark.
"The bird is back~"