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ArtistA captive, alone in a dungeon I dwell, Entombed in the stillness and murk of a cell. Outside, in the courtyard, in wild, frenzied play, My comrade, an eagle, has pounced on his prey. Then, leaving the blood-spattered morsel, his eye, He fixes on me with a dolorous cry, A cry that is more like a call or a plea- "'Tis time," he is saying, "'tis time, let us flee!
The image features a man in medieval attire facing a majestic eagle. Their intense gaze creates a powerful bond, set against a dim, stone backdrop that enhances the dramatic atmosphere.