(This is a poem I wrote several years ago. I tried my best to write a sonnet, but it's really difficult to obey "eight syllables per line"……)

When Satan held up the flag of free
it waved in the wind waking up volcanos
hurricane rushed through the sleeping silent sea
the bugle call of the war was the thunderbolts

 
The fireballs flew up and down dacing everywhere
the dictator could no longer lock freedom in the heaven
pioneer of the goddness hanging torch was the wrath fire
the wave shook dictatorship belongs to powerful ocean

What though the knights fail even die?
warriors for freedom always dare to bleed
spirits struggling in the underground is the forever light

Till the phoenix in the fire win a second life
dragon with a sword cut off the heaven leader's head
freedom win the glory of resisting belongs to itself!