I. Adrift in placid skies, so
light, so fair,
Defying gravity with an ease,
an airy dare,
Ascending to lewd heavens with
nary a care,
Observing fireflies ignite the
dark, a luminous affair;
II. Descending swiftly into a
daunting barranca's hold,
Swaying gently to the sweet
sonata, bold,
Penning freely an unfolding
fantasia, untold,
Pursuing the elusive vessel of
cornucopia, so gold;
III. At times, a sinister
serpent subtly appears,
Its body, sinuous and stout,
breeding fears,
A creature of mystery, its
whereabouts unclear,
A horror paralyzing, sealing
lips, a mute despair;
IV. Neither enchantment nor a
hallucinatory vision,
They deem it a spectral form
of premonition,
Others whisper of misconceived
perception,
Ah, ’tis but a dream—an
ephemeral illusion!
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