the makings of a new demon a warning

i speak to the clouds passing eye level

i say i shall free my feet from stones grasp

to join the clouds in freedom 

standing upon the sun, the moon, stars, and space

i shall make myself God of all

and the clouds responded with a tale

once a mortal freed his feet

he grew the wings of a swan, lustrous and white

and when he flew to the sun his wings glittered,

then burned upon the suns fire

so he replaced those wings of beauty 

turning to wings of a dragon for support on sin

when he stretched his hands to the moon 

they froze and disintegrated from his body

in his need he turned to slaws of the coldest ice fed by wicked deeds

as he looked to the stars the mortal was blinded by their beauty

so he gouged out his eyes to avoid the righteous stars through means of empty satisfaction

so he may run from that which he cannot control

finally the space he tried to breath left his lungs empty

open to the most foul vapors of arrogance

i spoke to the clouds my determination to rise to untold heights

the clouds responded with a story a warning

greed leads to injury and evil paths

the clouds fly where they do because it is above naivety but below gluttony

wisdom comes to the people who feed their minds with restraint

this way they don't twist in their favor the teachings that they have obtained.