Farewell false fear, the prince of lies,

Knave of nature and known to all,

Convoy of change yet foe to progress,

A herald of thunderous leaf fall.

A venom that medicine cannot reach,

A cry from freedom’s gates: “Breach!”

A tempest with unrest onto lonely descent,

And with no leave seen. An idle’s keeper,

A poor that endless riches cannot content,

A close kin to the green eyed monster,

As the eyes look about without within,

A trick of the mind, and the heavy manifest begins.

A black abyss where mirth exists not,

A smith, who hammers down the up-right gait,

A darkness risen once reason is forgot.

A spreading pox, A suckle of bilious hate,

A true retreat from love and trust,

A bottomless hunger, crying “control is a must.”

A constant in life, A catch to even the best,

Unhappy path, to which, by prying itself, there is no end.

A tyrant’s weapon that upon test,

Is Oz’s wizard, in all pretend.

Stealing hope, forging assumptions, inhibiting curiosity,

Virulent glass showing cure by conformity.

Being felt most keenly true, indelible, I thought of you.

Maddened work turning cat to beast.

Ever still with uncertainties, a willing look pierces you,

Stick castled, and your course, with this breath, sails back to least:

“Farewell false fear, illusion, and torment, adieu!”

Alive is the seed from hence liberty grows anew.