Traversing Chaos, pushing back Sin and Death;
Though you may covet me so to you I am deaf.
To come out and swing on fate’s chain, golden; I behold!
Earth like a beast by the collar to hold.
To climb, to ascend to the heavens, but not Heaven.
Falling, falling freely the Chaos terrifies more than my first fall:
Unending void of nothingness to negate all that I am.
How different is this to the last time I fell.
Yet now I may sing like a bird strangled by night:
But a whisper is my sound.
I will come to scream in time at my fright,
At all I will see as I descend to no ground.
This is my way, my souring flight.
To avoid becoming nothing: my plight.