Eventually the day will come,
When we won’t be able to solve our problems with a gun.
People will pay others to whisper words in their willows,
And children will lie restless grasping at their pillows.
Everywhere, flashing lights,
Consumed by other’s afternoon delights.
The air filled with spacious sounds,
Unable to hear Eros as it drowns.
Our vices keep us chained and bound,
Too afraid to leave the ground;
Because we learned from Icarus’ plummet,
And lost sight of our primordial summit.
Refuge is possible for all who seek,
However, it requires a dive into the deep.
Past the sirens, cover your ears,
Be prepared to face your fears.
When you have your enemy in sight,
Do not turn and run into the night.
For now that you have found thee foe,
It will follow you to-and-fro.
Strike fast and thrust with all your might,
Daemons will invariably put up a fight.
Shout and cry to make it known,
You have won, and your wounds are sewn.