I soared on waxen wings high above the pit
An intensely rapid flight, higher, ever higher
Mythology fulfilled, too close to blazing orb
Wings melted, I plunged down into hell fire
Up, down, whirling about, round and round
Mind twisted, evil thoughts bred of the beast
Soul shredded, bloody wounds old and new
Agonized torment, self despite ever unreleased
The grave's icy darkness suffuses the cave
Despair and loneliness permeates the air
Fumes of bubbling madness roil about
Paralyzing fear of the life that's out there
Safely ensconced inside the stone walls
In there I will never be faced with myself
Protecting the world from the vile tempest
Interring for eternity this most ugly elf
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