The Third Song

When April with his rains bewitched, The roots of March to writhe and twist, And bathed all Engelond in dark, I began to sing as on a lark: "It befell in that season, on a day, When in Westminster Abbey as I lay, Ready to wake and wander on my pilgrimage, To Ganymede with full devout courage." [[I sought a spacecraft made by the dwarven smiths|Start Dwarfs]] [[I tempted the mechanical ravens with a promise |Start kite]] [[I reversed the law of universal gravitation|Start physics]]

And in my song I sang a second song... Dwarf: "Hi, I'm a dwarf." Me: "I am on a pilgrimage to Ganymede." The dwarf barfs his entire 10kg breakfast of [[ molerats on your shoes | spacedwarfs]].

And in my song I sang a second song... The ritual involved digging up the corpse of Sir Isaac himself. Fortunately, in death my corpse was not far from his and in undeath my strength was such that I easily dismantled his stone coffin. I also needed to burn 300 years of knowledge as a sacrifice to the gods that oversee the physical laws of the universe. [[I went to the library and set it ablaze...| burn]] [[I stole digital textbooks and doused my phone in kerosine...| burn]]

I lit a fire and watched the knowledge [[burn|gravity]].

I felt gravity reverse, Propelling me, Every molecule of me, [[Apart|disintegration]].

I was on Ganymede, because I was everywhere. But I was not on Ganymede, because when a body is everywhere, a body is not a body, a body is [[nothing| first song]].

I returned to the [[first song|Prologue]].

And in my song I sang a second song... The ravens were easily lured inside the cathedral. I whispered promises to them, The shiniest memories of the dead Ready for the plucking. I closed the door behind them. [[I gave them nothing| nothing]] [[I gave them everything| everything]]

The ravens twisted into a murmer, The colored light stained glass Echoing off their wings. [[And they descended upon me| descend]].

"Every memory you see here is yours, all except mine," I told the mechanical ravens. And they took all of history from this place. The dead forgot their names, The walls forgot that they were made to [[stand|stand]].

Their beaks were needles Probing my memories Draining me to [[Nothing | first song]]

As the cathedral collapsed around me, The ravens coalesced into a single shining bird That took me into its talons And flew me to [[the third song |third song]]

Dwarf: "We do not like space. We like keeping our feet on the ground, for mother earth is the provider of the delicious molerat." Me: "..." Dwarf: "Now, Come with us on a fantastical adventure." Me: [["OK..."|earthcenter1]] / [["No, I need to go to Ganymede."|deaddwarf]]

Looking back to all that has occurred to me since that eventful day, I am scarcely able to believe in the reality of my adventures. They were truly so wonderful that even now I am bewildered when I think of them. My uncle was a German, having married my mother’s sister, an Englishwoman. Being very much attached to his fatherless nephew, he invited me to study under him in his home in the fatherland. This home was in a large town, and my uncle a professor of philosophy, chemistry, geology, mineralogy, and many other [[ologies|centerearth2]].

The dwarf vomitedhe remainder of his bodily fluids onto the ground and then collapsedinto a [[pruny heap before me| first song]].

One day, after passing some hours in the laboratory—my uncle being absent at the time—I suddenly felt the necessity of renovating the tissues—i.e., I was hungry, and was about to rouse up our old French cook, when my uncle, Professor Von Hardwigg, suddenly opened the street door, and came rushing upstairs. Now Professor Hardwigg, my worthy uncle, is by no means a bad sort of man; he is, however, choleric and original. To bear with him means to obey; and scarcely had his heavy feet resounded within our joint domicile than he shouted for me to attend upon him. [[“Harry—Harry—Harry—”| centerearth3]]

I hastened to obey, but before I could reach his room, jumping three steps at a time, he was stamping his right foot upon the landing. “Harry!” he cried, in a frantic tone, “are you coming up?” Now to tell the truth, at that moment I was far more interested in the question as to what was to constitute our dinner than in any problem of science; to me soup was more interesting than soda, an omelette more tempting than arithmetic, and an artichoke of ten times more value than any amount of asbestos. But my uncle was not a man to be kept waiting; so adjourning therefore all minor questions, [[I presented myself before him|centerearth4]].

Many hours later, the dwarf finished reading me the entirety of A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. [[I slept through it all| first song]] [[I maintained eye contact | eyes]]

And in those eyes I found the [[third song|third song]]