Fire in belly,
unlike Keats or Shelley,
beats my heart in a rhythm,
impossible to fathom.
Challenges may come,
Challenges may go,
But I go on forever.
Much ado about nothing,
like a bird without wings,
I am a heaven's rover.
Haring through the air,
no cries of - Beware! Beware!
without flashing eyes or floating hair,
I shall be the reaper of your nightmare.
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