Gyges

It was an unusually dark evening, the moon a mere slit in the night sky. A tenebrous figure crouched atop the chimney of the Tate Modern. The purple 'Swiss Light' barely reaching it's featureless face.

Looking across the Thames at the splendour of St Paul's Cathedral and London's skyline, it could scarcely contain it's rage. How long would it be before this St Paul's was raised to the ground and the rest of the city with it... "Not while I draw breath!" it hissed.

The form stood upright invisible to those who walked the streets below. Without a moments hesitation it leapt off the chimney, it's taloned hands clawing at the brickwork to slow it's descent.