The realization of Truth
Fly not too high, nor too close, for your wings may ascend, but also descend.
Become not arrogant, nor too ambitious, for you may think you won, but have not.
No confined walls, nor no ruler, for you may soar and roar, but do not forget.
Warning not obeyed, nor a sense of self, for you may be high, but end low.
Dimly lit sky, nor a person in sight—father beckoning me down, I did not listen.
Arousing aroma uplifting, nor my senses tingling, it was too late when I realized.
Dazzling lights ‘round. Blinding. Deadly. Hollow. My wings broiled to the touch.
Had I obeyed my father's warning, I may have realized. High. Too high, I had reached.
My wings melted and I fell. Ambitious I was. Foolish I was. My last flight was hardly a fight.
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