And Freedom Spoke

Freedom, creeping from the ocean's waves, arose, 

(black waters foaming, and chaos)

As the skies rained molten fire, scorching ashes, and bitter dross.

Twisted horns atop a monstrous grinning head, he was bathed 

In a million innocents' blood.

(Like autumn leaves their souls lay thick on the ocean floor!)

His skull split open like a pomegranate, 

Teetered over bent shoulders weighed down by both arms severed,

Barely hanging on by withered sinews.

Bleeding from the pits of abysmal pain left by eyeballs gouged;

Bleeding from the gaping hollow of a ripped out heart;

Dark phosphorescence dancing on the wave crests,

Glinted off the chains 'round his neck, ankles, and wrists.

The great beast, sinuous, serpent-like, 

Crawling closer and closer, yet, moving farther away ever;

Hideous jaws rattling malicious moldy teeth, 

At last, he spoke:

"These shackles of doubt shall be cast off - never;

This endless strife, paralyzing fear,

The price of Liberty, this gift of life worse than death,

Unto you I bequeath!"