Again, I dreamt the canyon

O'er the precipice I need not peer,
To know what lies at the bottom of the canyon;

Yet will admit, I'm keen to hear
River lady's siren song, summoning companion;

Falling, passion fueled by fear,
Knowing of the broken stones she and I have stranded;

Rapids roar in full career!
To rinse the shameful traces that our selfishness demanded;

But still...

I grant our fall would glory seem,
Just as proud angels do;
I grant ecstatic windy flight,
As Lucifer once flew;