"...he stares from the upper vaults of the heaven at the rolling
sea below...knowing he has no check on his headlong precipitate fall."
~ Ovid, Ars Amatoria
My father left me the wings, also the labyrinth,
where whichever route would lead to the fatal beast.
If it was not I went for him, then he for me;
no mundane thread was in to solve the depressed legacy.
The prolonged shade waving near...
Animal realm raised horny fear...
So I flew, just forced to.
But when I felt the stormy rays pricking through,
I knew you were the reason I was made
for. For a kiss a life I would trade.
Thus let me fly, fly very high
to my dazzling lady light, O, my
hectic blood burns like fire
and my body like a giant pyre!
Yet what halts me with that dazing spell?
Tiny soul-house in full sorrow swells.
How strange, my aviation
reverses, and hurts like damnation...
I guess this is how it was like,
falling from the mellow sky --
you become small, and I whirl.
Soon, there's darkness in my eyes,
singing that obscure lullaby
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