Thinking and thinking...
Nightfall came again...
It was a night of full moon. Not that it mattered to the brooding soldier for in the cell he never saw the light. All he could think of was how to get out, and the more he thought...the angrier he got...
His angry thoughts formed into words in his mind, and in ended up turning into a war cry.
"Open your eyes and see the light,
Wake up from your awful plight
Struggle free, flap your wings
Break away from their strings
Dare to fly, dare to dream
Swim against the river stream
Flex your muscles clench your fists
Feel no pain but feel the breeze
No room for losers No prize for fear
Raise your shield & trust your spear
Remember their faces, forget your tears
Hit the drums & break their ears"
After which...the soldier fell into slumber again.
A rude shock awaited him in the morning. Two burly butcher looking guards stood right in front of him.
"You...Slave...whats your name?", came out from the mouths of one of the burly over sized guards...accompanied by foul stinking breath.
The brooding soldier kept his silence..but not for long.
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