The Descent

One day we will chase down our heroes

And bathe in their holy blood, 

So that we can absorb their riches

In ways that our paltry education couldn't afford. 

There's so much to see and know in this strange world

One by one we will grab hold of Icarus' wings, 

And help him cascade down into the sea

Where we'll find this horrible place of wonders. 

On the way down, save your tears for the alms givers

They will need them when the beggars come to call, 

No longer is life like a glistening maiden from Elysium

Now she's merely become an atavistic fable, 

If the azure sky doesn't beckon you to madness

At least the sea can offer some recompense, 

As blue as icy stones falling into a vast chasm

That speak of fading dreams from clever malcontents.