I once was a noble beast
with a preference for flesh
I once was a golden god
with a thirst for blood
and Athena nor her virgen priestesess
could effect my temperance
Posidens flood could not match my rage
So why was it not zeus's thunderbolt that struck me down
How did i avoid medusa's eyes
or even the sword of man
I would not have sold my soul for wings
i was too weary of the sun
and such soft scared hands i would have assumed
not the wild experienced dance of the siren
to hypnotize and weaken, but not for the ****
just a wild dance for all
and for all but mine