Doctor Garamond Trebuchet

My granted invocation to dwell between the heavens;
The damnation of eternal freedom in the untold abyss.
I have pardoned recollections of a mournful sky’s kiss,
Zephyr’s caress now a bygone affection.

Worlds wish upon my passing, a narrow streak;
My youthful, primal drive begs sojourn in reply.
Trove and doctrine, occupy my mind’s eye,
Higher Calling proclaims fate is a gilded amoeba.

I am of one immortal spirit; captive only to trivial, yet obligatory vessels,
A fleet - forged foil palls - scattered among plasma spheres.
My angst for conflict, fermented, assembles Athena’s volunteers,
Soldier Of Fortune has triumphed the reluctant warrior.

My silent roaring maelstroms of infinite minuscule novas,
A swift nightmare, flash of hope fueled by vindication;
I join the perpetual demigod legion, grievously suffering, reciting;
The Omnipotent Destroyer; I am become like Death.