This is set in Hermitcraft season 9. Sorry for not posting for a while!
Hurrying through the wood,
Hair flying behind her,
Heart pounding in rhythm with her steps,
Hierarchy long forgotten,
Freedom.
Bare feet sinking into the grass,
Before slapping against the stones,
Bouncing through the streets,
Believing in the idea of,
Freedom.
Dress flowing out behind me,
Dyed the lightest shade of green,
Ducking left and right,
Desperate to evade, to get to,
Freedom.
From the castle,
From responsibility,
From home,
From the crown,
Freedom.
No one saw,
Not the one who lives below,
Nor the other who resides across,
Not on of them saw the escape to,
Freedom.
Rushing to the edge,
Racing past the dock,
Running even further,
Reaching past past limits to,
Freedom.
Slipping on the water,
Slapping against the wall,
Sliding past the onlookers,
Scooping up her dignity, running past to,
Freedom.
Leaping through the village,
Laughing at success,
Lifting up her ego,
Living the best life of,
Freedom.
Everything was going as plan
Executing as was the objective,
Everything, until they arrived,
Even the best of things had to end, even,
Freedom.
As she returned back to her castle,
All she could think was this,
“Assuming I’m still here,
And I abide to the rules, they cant make me forget,
I am Gem,
And I am Free.”
There, I did a poem!