@ClaireSheppard
You are there, yet I cannot see you.
You call my name, yet I cannot free you
You reach for my hand, yet still miss my grasp,
You take away my breath, yet I still have to gasp
You've stricken me dead with persistent hatred,
I know not what you have planned here
You search for my being
Ignore all of my fleeing
You torment my soul, with powers, sacred,
I am my own, and prisoner to none
I am my own, my will weighs a ton
You've lost once, my friend
And you will lose again
For this, I am sure
The battle is won