Is this how you fell, 

Oh Icarus of the fearless flight,

As you plummeted toward unknown depths?

Is this what you mourned,

Oh Orion, Huntsman of the Heavens,

As you were trapped among the distant stars?

Is this how you burned,

Oh Phaethon of the fire-filled ride,

As you were struck from the scarlet skies?

Is this what you heard,

Oh Odysseus, Wander of Worlds,

As your homeland slipped between your fingers?

Is this how you ran,

Oh Daphne of the silent grove,

As you fled from the heat of the sun?

Is this how you dreamed,

Oh Medea, Vanquisher of Conquerors,

As you were abandoned, again and again?

Is this how you raged,

Oh Persephone of the wild spring,

As the world withered around you?

Is this how you yearned,

Oh Penelope, Queen of Sorrow,

As you held a home together with fragile thread?

Is this how you lived,

Oh Heros of Old,

As your stories turned into song?

Is this how you died?