Shall I speak of Icarus?
Golden dreamer-boy, head in the clouds
"The greatest have the farthest to fall"
Isn't that what they say?
And he was great, my friend
He laughed in exultant triumph above the sea
Even as he fell towards the grasping waves

Shall I tell of Atlas?
Strong, lonely man, cursed to bear the world on his shoulders
He would like nothing more than to escape his burden
And strip the breath from his captors, while he's at it
But those wishes are only daydreams
The sky presses down on him relentlessly
Sometimes nearly driving him to his knees

Shall I talk of Dionysus?
The partying drunkard, master of madness
Born of grief and rage and loss
Gifted divinity for his wine
Whether it was a blessing or a curse in the end, I cannot say
He drinks to forget, he parties to numb the pain
Insane with sorrow and anger and power not meant for mortal minds

h.f.m.