The Fall of Icarus
There once was a boy
He dreamed of the sky
He had one desire
He wanted to fly
Over the clouds
Higher and higher
His mind was engulfed
By that vision’s endless fire
He prayed to the Gods
He knelt and he cried
And finally he was graced
By the Heavens’ holy might
He got what he wanted
Wings of pure gold
But blinded by power
The boy grew too bold
He reached for the sun
Reckless and brave
His wings then melted
He felt the cold touch of the grave
Falling down from the sky
Over lands and seas
He suddenly realized
He had found peace
His death lay below
That was for sure
But he had lived his dream
His heart would die pure…
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