A year has passed and my journey nearly finished. As I sit beside my campfire watching a news report on the various rebellions and revolutions taking place in the aftermath of my pathway. The news caster reports "The cause of this new spurt of uprisings is due to enemy infiltration." In a way it is true. I smile. I know the true reason, the people have been awakened. Poetry has pierced their heart, planting a desire for freedom.
The Empire is starting to crack and the allies will soon overcome the wall ending their siege and our opression forever. It is strange to me that one person's poetry could cause such a revolution but such is the power of poetry and the imagination. I will reach the wall within a week, then I will climb to freedom, to freedom and happiness. My poetry will spread, digging deep in people's hearts and they will also start climbing through the decrepitude of oppression to the pinacle of Mount Freedom. My crusade proves the Nazi's belief that poetry was dangerous and happy am I to have poetry its rightul place in modern society.