I do not love for love’s sake, nor listen to the wise.
Neither do I heed, this ant before the rise.
Dawn a royal colour, skin the Earth and Fall;
I do not tread untrodden paths, my heart a starry squall.

For I alone stand tyrant, lord of pure thought lands.
I alone sit throneless, my seat a thing of sand.
Mortal in my make, flesh and bone my grant,
I alone fly wingless, soul: immortal: Man.