To aspire after ones feelings is but a selfish act
To own the world is a dream, a myth of the Ancients
To conquer feelings is to conquer the world
Subject to the world, subject to me.

The seven seas, one ocean, one expedition
thud thud thud, it beats alive
The black spot, deep veins, dark blood.
A quest for eternal life.

Scratching, grasping, holding on
Love's vertical limit, mountainous terrain
In the tower, restlessly asleep
Beauty of the fire breathers.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am a big fan of mythology.

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