Charles Dexter Ward - Wisdom of Woe of Madness

There is a wisdom that is woe
But there is a woe that is madness
And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls
That can alike dive down into the blackest gorges
And soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces
And even if he for ever flies within the gorge
That gorge is in the mountains
So that even in his lowest swoop
The mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain
Even though they soar

Do you soar
Have you achieved more than others inside the realm of man
This is no feat
For to truly soar is to break free the confines of reality
I seek the realms beyond man
Despite being their kin
I wish to transcend the monotheist world
And become not only a pagan
But to take seat in the pantheon

Falling into madness am I
Yes falling indeed
Far from the peak of my potential
But still a heavenly body fathoms above
The entire world below me as I plummet
And the clouds will break my fall
They may kill me there
And my blood will rain down
Falling upon the realists watching from below
With respect or not
They shall know my name
For fame and infamy are renown all the same

Written by:
Frank Gross, Herman Melville

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