The Prisoner

It was calling for help,
twisting turning whirling,
its feet trapped in the stubborn wax.
It wrestled its chains
desperate to break free.
At times it would lie helpless, still,
but it yearned for escape,
so it would cry again…
The torment left it
breathless as it flickered
for the final time
before its soul broke free
whirling, dancing
into the calm, still air