Dare to Fly

A torrent tide, a sorrow deep, a paulic war, a mountain steep.
I trek the death, and dare to fly, to soar the hells, to live and
Die. And grit to heart, the lux of love, my fret and sore, my
Gothic blood. For scar to bone, a tribe of pang, the woe of
Flesh, a psyche slain. And passion life, the grave aloof, a
Tragic joy, a mystic coop. But dare to fly, my flaming soul, 
My tear to raw, my gut and scroll. And gnaw the bane, my
Fear to brick, alert to death, a mystic wrench.

A torrent tide, a sorrow deep, a paulic war, a mountain steep.
I trek the life, and dare to fly, a soul aflame, and ponder why:
For knell to pulse, adrift the wind, to wrestle fate, to dance the
Fen. And perish joy, a subtle mist, an attic dream, a human
Rift. For scar to bone, a tribe of pang, the woe of flesh, a
Psyche slain.