What could a mortal man offer you?
Maybe a new alchemy, to brew the perfect mixture of primal fear, and abyssal, irresistible pull, you stir in me.
This ancestral pull, scribed within by your divine peers, source of the deepest ruin and most sublime art.
Mixed with notes of the distilled thrill that drums loud in my sweaty veins, as I dare cause a second Trojan War.
I surrender my skin and bones— I am ready to be wounded.
These wax wings are weighing me down— let me fly close to you.
I am ready.