With a fierceness beyond my very own,

They haunt the lands searching of peace.

Loneliness and isolation are their eyepiece,

As they roam through the emptiness alone.

They speak silent words and hope they disown,

As frustration becomes their centerpiece.

Reaching out to the masterpiece,

They place their cold fingers on the gravestone.

Screaming out at the cruelty of it all,

How the puppet master holds their destiny.

They crumble slowly against their cell wall.

There was no reason left for resistance,

Eyes now opening to reality’s catcall,

They saw the path to the light in the distance.