Boundless Liberation by Rachelle Lopoua

Boundless Liberation

In the shadowed alley where the city breathes,

Fyodor waits, a figure in the night,

Eyes sharp as the moon, calm as the breeze,

Watching as darkness swallows the light.

Nikolai steps, a wanderer with dreams,

His spirit untamed, his heart far away,

Chasing a vision that in silence gleams—

A freedom he seeks, but cannot yet say.

"Trapped," he murmurs, "by rules I can't bear,

The weight of the world presses down on my soul."

Fyodor smiles, eyes glinting with care,

"Freedom, my friend, is not to be whole."

He speaks of a world where chains dissolve,

Where the laws that bind us no longer command,

An order reformed, with truth to evolve,

A life unencumbered by any demand.

Nikolai listens, with skepticism deep,

For freedom is tempting, but never so clear.

"How can you promise such freedom to keep?

What price must I pay to escape my fear?"

Fyodor chuckles, his voice soft and cold,

"Not all who seek freedom walk paths the same.

But I know you, Nikolai—your heart is bold,

And in your grasp lies the power to claim."

The pact is sealed with a handshake firm,

A bond forged in ambition and silent desire.

In the Decay of the Angel, they’ll rise, long-term,

Their vision a flame, an unquenchable fire.

Weeks pass, and Nikolai feels the shift,

Under Fyodor's guidance, he learns to see,

The world untangles, no longer adrift—

For the first time, he feels truly free.

"Do you feel it?" Fyodor asks, voice serene,

"The winds of change, the endless expanse."

Nikolai nods, his heart no longer keen

On the mundane world—he steps into the dance.

Freedom, he learns, is not just release,

It's purpose found in a cause, shared and wide.

It’s living beyond the bonds, in peace,

Where the only limit is the ambition inside.

In the chaos, Nikolai finds his way,

Not in escape, but in the fight to be,

And in that moment, he can finally say:

Freedom, true freedom, is being fully free.