A dream I had, to outer space, longing for the sweet embrace of heaven and its starry wonder, the gods, the sky I’d tear asunder, I ventured there, mere decades past, to feel first hand the rockets blast to the sparkling night itself, place me on thy heavens shelf, the unconquerable realm, I’d see, but then my dream spat back at me, the rocket falls, the pull reverse, my dreams becomes a demons curse, pressure gauges, wires and lights, distant now, like children’s kites. I punch a hole through the earths shield, the pain I feel, it will not yield, through all this, I see at eye row, the world through massive flame and pyro, human life would be relinquished, by the flame they can’t extinguish. And so I fall, instead of cheers, there’s screaming heard by my charred ears, from my own mouth the sounds gestate, as my damned body accepts its fate. I know my purpose, my destiny. Once a man. Now, The Fury.