Death of Freedom

How did it end?
Suddenly in one swoop?
Or was it slow poisoning?
Lethal but invisible, creeping slowly towards the edge?
How? I know not.
But I know she died, and terrible, was it.
Not easy, suffocating and brutal.

A cat hath nine, she had ten of them,
The Lives, but all lost.
I was there, cherishing its flight
Enjoying the ride of life, flying with her....!!
And, high she flew, not knowing the boundaries and horizons,
Her zenith was always untouched, she aspired for more.
I was so accustomed, thought life would
Be nurtured in her care.

But today, those iron hands gagged her, thrashed her,
Clipped her wings, clawed her feathers, ripped her throat.
Snatched life out of her body.

There she lay, in front of my eyes,
Bleeding, Lifeless....

I ran towards her, held her hand,
They were cold, I kissed them in desperation,
As to blow warmth into her, rekindle the flame.
But, Alas! the blow had struck with stark finality.
The End had come, nothing could resurrect her.
My tears were meaningless.
I could only moan and mewl.
I touched those eyes, green and empty.
The brilliance was dark.

I felt lost, I felt alone, I felt deserted.

How could the Truth be dead?

What will I do?
What could I do?
Life without her was never known, never did it exist..
I got up on my feet, shivering, unsteady,
Still I moved,
Finding the End, the way out.
I ran North, I found Chains,
I ran South, I had walls,
I ran East, I ran West,
No doors came, no windows seen.
The skies, though, stood clear above me,
but my flight lay dead.
I could see the sunlight but not feel it.
I was trapped within.
The sun set, the stars twinkled,
The sun rose, the birds chirped,
The rain splattered, the birds chirped,
Days came and went by and were made into Years.

I stood till eternity,
Me and My dead Freedom.