THE FALL OF ICARUS

The Fall of Icarus

By Hyacinthe

Icarus.

The boy who flew too close to the sun

A boy with no hope

Knew he was too close

A foolish child who got high off freedom

One who cried as he fell to the sea

Or at least that is how the story is told

They never tell of a boy who laughed as he flew

Who leapt towards the arms of his awaiting lover

His smile grew wide when he saw him

An angelic grin that never faltered

as the heat melted the wax on his wings

But he had the wind to cool his skin

The ocean to envelope him after the fall

He fell for what felt like an eternity

His story is not one of sorrow

But beautiful tragedy

He died at the hands of a lover

A death not many are able to achieve

His last breath was taken

looking at the one he loved most

To be grasped by the hands of death

And wrapped in his embrace

Nothing like his love, but it did not hurt

He felt a sense of relief

In death, no one could cage him

For in death, he’d be truly free