I'm chasing the divine moon
In its most full state
There in the eagle's claw
Rests my house of cards
The gods hear me but do they listen?
Either I rain my blood on this war for Ares
Or Gaia opens to receive me

I might fall to a ravine
Broken bones and dead encounters comfort me
I might devour the dark pill
That intercepts my self-proclaimed hero

But I long to talk to her
To my muse who strives on the sharpest points
Like the bone that hangs in Cerberus' neck
She must want to bury me in her
Or take hold of my soul
Bless it to the god and her lady
Who dwell near the enchanted river

In this odyssey with nothing on the other end, perhaps
I'd find her whispering me to take the oars
Move along
For as my Tritogeneia
She'll give way to my long awaited Ithaca
Where I'll hold the pen
As she weaves the stories
Above the mortals
Above the gods
Hidden and alive
Since time immemorial