Serenity

Trapped half a decade, still tied, free as I can be.
Yet still connected even though the bridge burned.
Sad; its lonely death. I still carry the chained rock entering this new paradigm.

Let that land crumble. Its population suffer.
Collect the tears in jars, box up the strife. Project Revengance.
Save the innocent from the revelation.
Take them and leave despair, no company for misery.

Homes lost with broken bones left in shear darkness.
The heathers have wilted and the amber lost its glow.
The false prophets seen through shimmering glass.
Although I still will lack complete freedom-
there's something to be said about battles and small vicrories.