There lies the Prisoner unkempt n decayed,
A myth surrounds him, that of empty minded and frayed,
The dark ghouls of hostility provoke him for actions untold,
Self depreciate or die in an unholy battle to reclaim his kingdom,
Fools don't know what he is upto,
Oblivious of the fact and the raging storm in his mind..
A shell of boredom and emptiness as a decoy to his tormentors within it,
A vast architecture of the battle that would begin,
The fortress that would be captured again,
A new light vanquishing the darkness,
The Prisoner smiles quietly,
For he knows what's in store for his captors,
For he knows he would be free again,
From the fragments of darkness, and the ghouls of miseries,
The Prisoner exults silently,
As he plans his Escape!
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