Icarus

An account on the death of Icarus.

Freedom
freedom, freedom for us!
High up in the sky,
here is me
for I am free
Father
Below he flies
cautious and foolish
though ever so brilliant,
understand he not how magnificent
Forever
close to the sun
the warmth on my face,
here is where I fly
my home in the sky
Feathers
above me float softly,
I beat my wings
the wax begins to drip
and soon to the air, I lose my grip
Falling
downward I go
faster, past my father
my body a blurring motion
and my death is taken by the ocean