The burlesque of power, a sensual dance

Let’s tango a little, let’s give it a chance

The Sirens come calling, but you’re far too strong

Immune to the Gorgons if you don’t gaze too long

Mocking the weak, surpassing Narcissus

An Ego supreme, but with Echo accomplice

Untouchable, brilliant, a justified hubris

An invincible aura, a well-earned god complex

Ignoring the Way to salvation’s portal

You take on the challenge of being immortal

Where Tithonus failed in his dealings with Zeus

You won’t be so foolish for you know the truth

Dancing with Death, playing with fire

Stoically vaccinated against all desire

But the voices grow louder, once again, it’s the Sirens

Beckoning, come to prosperity’s Island

Could it be bliss? Maybe, just maybe

Or does the journey lead downward to Hades?

You look for your answers in Medusa’s eyes

There’s no turning back, you’re now paralyzed

Unwittingly outwitted, hamartia defined

Will you now channel Sisyphus for all of time?

Can there be redemption, a card you can play

To salvage the harvest of moral decay?

“All you who are weary, come to Me”

The Potter loves the broken, his art Kintsugi

Rather than forfeit your eternal soul

Let His grace repair you with imperishable gold