Torment Of Tantalus

My Torment Of Tantalus:
The wisdom of the Ancients.
Not riddled by science or
conventions of ages.
My Tartarus;
My Khazad-dûm;
My Rose of seasons;
Defining and loving; Charon for me.
Beloved by the few that know; accept.
Lost; but not fleeing; still searching discontentedly.
And so with this long thirst
and hunger falls contemplation.
Stop reaching? Why?
Stop falling? Why?
To dwell in a world upside down.
Seduced by the Southern Cross.
Careful to listen when the rush of wind deafens.
But selflessness is not human.
Dreams are not illusions. Ky is my Rose.
Rose is mine; not taken; not given.