"...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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