To torture it is tantamount,
That we, the mortals, on the ground,
Cannot for trying, all our days,
Reach up to that skybound embrace!
While we the Earthly, all men know,
Should not attempt; we swear it so.
A tale there is, a story rare,
Of long ago, the maiden fair:
She with courage, and with grace,
Who tried the task no man could face.
Like Icarus, on newborn sky,
She’d reach the stars; at least, she’d try.
The spirit willed, alas, the flesh,
Did not with heart’s desires mesh,
To the stars she proudly leapt, but soon,
Her heart was skewered on the moon.
Should ever any man or beast,
Gaze skyward, in the night, at least,
They’ll notice that she left her trace:
Look at the moon; you`ll see her face.

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