The trap!

There was a beast. The beast was enormous and capable of great good things. It was though ugly and ghastly and wandered all around. Mighty and righteous he was. Some were afraid of him and others despised him, but he was indeed powerful. No man could sustain him.

However, one day the beast roamed for too long and went too far away, beyond the grounds of his own property. He looked, smelled and heard. The sea, the flowers, and the birds... And the round, bright, yellow sun, who walked, side by side with the beast. Yet, then, there was this glimpse, an even shinier light, a boom of deafening sound. The beast immediately ran, as fast as he could, and there it was, a flower that had just bloomed. He stayed, for hours, and hours... talked to the beauteous flower, and she even seemed to respond, nodding, with her clear words that sounded sweet, and tasted like honey.

When the beast looked at his fellow sun, it was gone. And so he tried to run again back to the fences and fields within his boundaries. Only then he acknowledged, he was stuck. The flower's roots had entagled him so tight! It felt like the deepest hug, but it was no more than a treacherous trap. He fought, and fought, for hours and hours... but it was done. The flower spoke and told him her name: Passion