'Aquilaz' by Owen Thackeray at The beautiful Erah

Lo, I hath found myself doing what must be done. I am but a husk in the guise of Hercules

The ground quivers beneath mine mortal feet, the deep tract of Hell rumbles, beckoning me down. The nights have eternal reign- o sing heav’nly muse that mine path may be more clear

Led astray, I am from your lost flock, pray, save me ‘fore I am cast into darkness

Yet - here I am Decrepit, slack and cursed with a cavernous maw Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans all Yet mine mind is fertile with youth

I hath found myself doing what must be done. I am but a husk in the guise of Hercules

There is no peace unto the wicked Cognitive confusion crashes down upon me For what could I hath done? Of that I am unsure. These thoughts invade my soul - never ending

Led astray, I am from your lost flock, pray, save me ‘fore I am cast into darkness

The incessant desire for control overwhelms me- I am fatigued. Lord - I cannot stay this way! And yet my ways are set in stone Through age and habit If this is all that is left for me Then prithee let me stay a while and let me rest just a sweet while I will then depart For life is too short a thing Like the mayfly - be it a day or 3 score years It makes no difference to thee It just flies away

So fly away o life

Here I am ad infinitum Decrepit, slack and cursed with a cavernous maw Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans all Yet mine mind is fertile with youth