Icarus flew for a great ideal,
Hercules' strength was strong as steel,
Aquarius swam in paler shores,
Oedipus went against nature's laws,
Time wears beards as old as man,
to avert a war, Phidippides ran.
Rhyme and Reason shaped the fold,
were locked away by logic, cold.
Minds unravel, thick and fast,
Old and slow, until the last,
where calm and clarity end our space,
we see the final days of grace.
What are the myths that shape the fold?
Just words of courage? Words of old?