I am a common scream 

With the fallen and despoiled lives 

I remain cold as one with the dead

Who do not cry or scream 

I attack like the sting of a thong of bees 

I stand like a friend and in terror they flee

My captives beg and plead 

And in content, I roar in greed

If you crave for freedom 

Out of the walls of my Kingdom 

Save a little risk from me 

As long as your eyes can tame me 

You will regain your life and warmth 

You will no longer be hostages to the wish of my torments

And you shall flee from the longings of my fangs 

Away from my bloody plagues 

And only before dusk 

Shall you find your New Found Freedom!

©Michael Oma