Screaming at another half-blood
My eyes wide with rage
My hands shaking with fury
Silent.
Stop with those words of hate
Let your prisoners be set free
Instead I will bear their burden
As I pull helplessly on my bars
Stop.
Gasping for breath, I watch them run
And not one thought am I given
O God, what have I done,
To receive this kind of burden?
Speak.
The half-blood stares back at me
With the strength I once prized
Now the devil has left me
And took on a new prisoner
Fear.
What does the future hold,
For the ones that do not know
And why must allI see—
Be but imagination within a dream?