Bellerophon

Just a myth: Pegasus—
but you fly higher still
on nothing wings.
You dream these things;
they never fall, but you will.
A mad Bellerophon,
rushing at the sky,
but the likes of you
were never meant to fly.

Brave to dare;
blood you wear—
but it shows you’re a fool.
See the fear,
mirrored clear,
from the place where you rule.
You lean out from the edge,
reaching for some more,
but you risk taking poison
when you’re feeding on the war.

Little lie;
stings the fly.
You are not made of cloud.
It won’t last;
tumble fast.
You will not be proud.
A mad Bellerophon,
rushing at the sky,
but the likes of you
were never meant to fly.