ΑΧΛΥΣ

a chasm opened in the earth and out of it coal-black horses sprang, drawing a chariot and driven by one who had a look of dark splendor, majestic and beautiful and terrible.

Source: popliteal

books greek mythology mythology icarus Never regret thy fall O Icarus of the queueless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light

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