Afflicted man. Held hostage by a cramped mortal frame, Foreign to his own eyes.  A prisoner's rage kept at bay Only by the day’s appeasing rations. If you shave his hair, paint him white: Would the mad man howl in his human plight? A forgotten name and numeric code to hold place, A man stares back at a stranger face. A man. A number. Sardined among all others. A man. A head. Tossed about on sea of dread. "Free the prisoner!" The swollen heads cry. Peasantry, collectively out number The Royal Family, Nobility, Gentry. Yet, their breathless voice go unheard. One day... The ocean tides churn Charging winds fast at the horizon. Sure, as Alexandria's fire did aid the sicken mariners ashore, Starlight spears a grim pit sky. Relentless breath lapping, wrapping, whispering, wailing A man once tied, set sailing Set free.