Fettered, I waltz in a trance,
Girded by a vast, sere expanse.
The cerulean oasis smothers me,
As I yearn to be free.
Oh, for a deep kiss
Wait my parched lips.
Let me not be a princess
Writhing in distress.
For I can chart my destiny
And seal my fate with the blood of mutiny.
P.C – FB Page of ‘Soul Craft’ for Day 7 Prompt