Broadway Melody Of 1999 - Excerpt

When now he flies, eager to regain sight of the opera house, Imp muses on the vastness of the universe, the paradoxical death and life of distant stars, the majesty of immortality that sets him at one with the cosmos - the whole metaphysical train rushes towards him like the face of the god that has cursed and blessed him in the same breath. Is it god racing at him, screeching as he comes, flapping enormous feathered winds? Speeding nearer, lowering his beaked face, rolling his great black eyes, and at the last instant before a collision banking swiftly left, the hoary fowl as large as a battleship squawks so loudly that the sound sends Imp tumbling across the night sky. He sees Japanese fighter planes in pursuit of the beast, kamikazes doomed to die in order to save the world. But who would save him? Who would want to?