We must be swift as the coursing river With all the force of a great typhoon With all the strength of a raging fire
[ Orpheus makes it to the top of the wall, the rope pulled almost horizontal in his hands, arms straining from the sustained effort. He's shaking a little, sweat beading on his brow, but with one final lunge he manages to get his hands up on the lip of the edge and half-haul, half-throw himself over. He rolls sideways onto the roof, exhausted, but throws a fist up in the air in triumph.
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With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
[ Orpheus makes it to the top of the wall, the rope pulled almost horizontal in his hands, arms straining from the sustained effort. He's shaking a little, sweat beading on his brow, but with one final lunge he manages to get his hands up on the lip of the edge and half-haul, half-throw himself over. He rolls sideways onto the roof, exhausted, but throws a fist up in the air in triumph.
A little shakily; ]
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!