Look beyond the mellifluous words,
at the freedom of the soul.
The imprisonment in freedom,
causes this poetic whole.
'Poetic justice' they call it,
suffering at the hands of freedom.
The romanticism is unmatched,
in life, in this un-free kingdom.
Oxymorons are plenty,
but they are also necessary,
for that is the graveyard,
in which we, and our 'free' souls, are buried.