Free-dom

It is too dark in here, she gasped

my hands are tied, it seems

nestled amongst the tuscan webs

She began chanting-

I need to be Free,

I need to be free.

Titillating eyes, now filled with tears

her skin now a filthy brown,

The end now seemed so near

As she began chanting-

I need to be free

I need to be free.

She flung her arms,

that one last try, before she gave up

and there, it cracked, the shell of vengeance

Out she fled, her arms, now wings

She flew across, as she chanted

I am free.

I am.

Free.