She
She fell from Aegis
as Pallas fled
She wheeled through the air
Rivers became ridges
She saw her Isle
No Stheno, No Euryale
She fell at last
From a lake, a valley bloomed
Beside the bramble
She wept her last
Her star-eyes flared
Dying, pulsating
Blinding
Her withered head
The wind swept to dust
A desert now
Where a great land was
"A civilization that proves incapable of solving the problems it creates is a decadent civilization. A civilization that chooses to close its eyes to its most crucial problems is a stricken civilization." -Aimee Cesaire
ReplyDeleteIt does seem like a case of fight of flight blown to gargantuan proportions, doesn't it?
Deleteastig... all about creation! Songlines, indeed! :)
ReplyDeletemy theme was about withering...another side of creation. hahahaha.
DeleteI remember a Greek legend of some sort. But it was a boy, a son of Apollo who borrowed his sun chariot.
ReplyDeleteI believe that was the story of Paethon or something to that effect.
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