With the heavy tread of one soon dead

Down a corridor of steel and steam

His head raised up to the heavens above

Thoughts of far, of life and love

He wandered off into a dream


Gone the noise, the machines and lead

Gone the perpetual sense of dread

Back to the darkening fields of grass

His fur had a shine

As he shook off the brine

Like a coat of blackened blown glass


To run, as he wished but never could

To live for an eternity but feared he never would

But in his dream

His eyes did gleam

Whatever he wished as action

Was not the choice of faction

No more


Free

Every action his own

Free

The taste of fresh meat in his mouth

Free

With family, together in a den, no longer alone

Free

Mind and body in perfect fusion

Free

Roam from North to south.

Free

But freedom is an illusion



As are dreams

Shattered

Awoken with a silent scream

Battered

Once again left with nothing

A door was opened

And thrust to and end







Into deaths eyes he stared

Those eyes looked at him sadly

Right back he glared

He was not going gladly

Death opened his mouth and sighed

"I do not understand why you would commit such sin"

His dream gone, replied

"I have been blamed for what I did not begin"