Set Aloft in fabled scale
Our heroes fought and they wailed
Ascoff at the heretic way
Against which he'd kneel and pray
In Sordid aerial ritual fashion
Deposed with an aural passion
That helm against Helen goes
While little fingers and toes depose
Those who fight to stay aloft
crushing those with figures soft
Continued on in settled aims
Some will settle with only fame
For at the end, blood becomes dust
The floating hollowness of what is must.