The Freedom Bird Poem by Aditya Sakariya

Shall thou look down on a battle of Nightmare,
A battle known for a scatter of the midnight glare,

Tick - Tick - One when the light comes down,
I don't hesitate to save my love from the Drown,
Tell me how foolish I am not to say a word,
But smart enough to do not ever seen by World,

Tick - Tick - Two when the sky goes blue,
I shall meet my Luck to teach me without ado,
I meet my Partner also not that he doesn't like me,
I cry and cry and cry to someday run away to Flee,

Tick - Tick - Three when the bird flies free,
I am lit on fire amidst a crackling Hanging Tree,
Snow saw me come and built his hate with love,
After what he had done nobody saw him as Dove,

Tick - Tick - Four when the animals are to roar,
I run opposite to save Myself a thing to bore,
Had I known after I covered it, I will set a spark,
Three fingers that's all to remove us from the Dark,

Tick - Tick - Five when I to again Dive,
I get my last signal of never getting back alive,
Since my last Death there's a new change,
Hope has turned people's new burning rage,

Tick - Tick - Six when I know the Clicks,
Too late, I run on the clock killing the mind tricks,
I know, to stay alive was the last advice of his,
He also said: Remember who the real enemy is,

Tick - Tick - Seven when my canon driven,
I realise that the War between us has just begun,
He said: It is the things that we love the most,
That destroy us into the ashes of the Ghost,

Tick - Tick - Eight when beyond the Gate,
The Brewer of poison now fills it with longing Hate,
My beat is tortured in my enemy's Death-smith,
I rise to power out of the weak lingering Myth,

Tick - Tick - Nine when I let us shine,
I find his all plots readily but strangely aline,
We alone take down his mountain so strong, blown,
He killed our people, the usual, let others moan,

Tick - Tick - Ten we enter his Den,
Ready to make mistake not to repeat again,
We had won his people's heart that now we lost,
All cause he knew we'll win no matter the Cost,

Tick - Tick - Eleven when there's no Heaven,
I lost my Begining that will be known by everyone,
I shoot Someone rightful but rest him to die,
I let me live with his life that he told one as a lie,

Tick - Tick - Twelve when I no more delve,
Forever I never have to touch the Helve
A white rose was a not but clever,
May the odds be ever in your favour.