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A man once looked up,
Yearning to hold the sky.
To feel its empowering breeze,
Is why he would try.
With dripping wax,
And with feather wings,
The once great Icarus,
Soared over other beings.
He was successful in flight,
Casting a remarkable shadow;
Instilling both awe,
And fear down below.
But as time was ticking,
His wax started dripping;
His wings grew crooked,
And his control began slipping.
In his distress,
He looked to his left,
He looked to his right,
But there was no soul in sight.
For Death had been creeping,
And stalking all night,
Leaving no companions,
Taking without a fight.
A man once looked up,
Yearning to hold the sky;
Only to come tumbling down,
To the place where he would...
Yearning to hold the sky.
To feel its empowering breeze,
Is why he would try.
With dripping wax,
And with feather wings,
The once great Icarus,
Soared over other beings.
He was successful in flight,
Casting a remarkable shadow;
Instilling both awe,
And fear down below.
But as time was ticking,
His wax started dripping;
His wings grew crooked,
And his control began slipping.
In his distress,
He looked to his left,
He looked to his right,
But there was no soul in sight.
For Death had been creeping,
And stalking all night,
Leaving no companions,
Taking without a fight.
A man once looked up,
Yearning to hold the sky;
Only to come tumbling down,
To the place where he would...
I found this in a library from the Herkulean Hoplitai. Thought it would be worth a read for all the HPG wondering what exactly has been happening in O44; where your cities have gone.
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