Thus, once again Freedom eluded them. Freedom, the proud and elegant stream that runs into sight but remains out of possession. The beautiful creature that slips to its home in the woods, ever changing and uncontrolled. How could Freedom that gains power from change survive consistency, and how could it be controlled? She watches from the light shadows where she darts to and fro, understanding the intentions of the subjects. Only truly revealing herself for those that could co-exist, and embrace, and thrive together. They dreamed to only see her silky coat and strong hooves again. They were desperate and hopeful too. Pity on them! They deserve to not struggle in an eternal battle for what is theirs. The Enlightened ones proposed an easing alternative, but they said No. Most think they possess their autonomy with simple choices, but they didn't know a thing concerning liberty. They'd rejoice just as soon as they understood what independence cannot be. They inherently deserved to be free. That's what they thought. But the Enlightened ones saw the truth, so they knew. And then if they hadn't, they soon were bound to know, for they began to speak up as individuals and groups. People who would not have dared to complain with one word before rose up and objected. Stood up with righteous anger and asserted. Courage, the horned buck, had risen in them from his slumber.
Sentence structure is the same. The comparison of related abstractions through a slightly dissimilar animal. Demonstrated the change of behavior as a result of the ideas. Displayed the discrepancy of those watching and those involved. Personified behavior of the idea. The persona about the 'truth' of the matter clearly interjected.
I personified Freedom as a doe, and the related Courage to a buck.
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