String the harp, O Bard! The red threads of Fate, having fallen to thy hands, Raise the dead in song.
Unnamed names become immortal at thy touch, Fragmented voices fill the graveyards with veiled polyphonies Etched between the ridges of fingers deft, Faultless, bounding down the scales Before flying again to their heights.
Oracle of the great halls, The words of Muses, gods, and poets alike Fall on ears deafened with wine and revelry, Heedless, though one day they too Shall wail beneath thy fingers.
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Am I doin' alright Am I doin' okay Feels like I'm fallin' away Can't trust myself; don't know what to say Am I feelin' this way Because I know what others say Or because I know that I've strayed from your way I don't care what others say Just wanna be okay Don't wanna stray from your way Just tell me: Am I okay? Am I doin' alright Don't know why I'm feelin' contrite Guilted by others Or knowin' they're right
Never more than I can bear It's what you promised me A wrenching family affair Obsessed with his authority, trying to control me, memories that hold me, it's almost more than I can bear He doesn't even care It tears, it breaks, it falls apart And this is just the start
Surpressed and hidden from my sight God I need your voice and light For distant memories and forgotten blight I've been weak and shut them from sight Easier for me to hide And pretend, in no realm, do they abide Kept secret so long it's hard to confide I fear they'll excuse my faulter's side Ignore my plight I'll feel contrite Convinced I've shown a twisted light But NO! My words are not twisted Though my eyes they have misted My heart is a knot The truth is rot They may hide their face but I will not I ache to stand and say, at least that I have fought
Apollo watched as Icarus fell into Poseidon's waves, some say they even saw Apollo kiss Icarus's wings with his sun-soaked lips before he fell. A boy fell in love with the sun not knowing how bad it burns.
Don't fall for the golden boy, He looks so sweet but tastes like fire.
He had the breath of a thousand stars in his lungs; But you can't reach the sun at the bottom of the sea.