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Icarus' Wings

I am not the light that guides you through the dark,

I am not the stars that you count in the sky,

I am not the darkness you fear alone,

I am not the flowers that grow on your toes,

Who is me? Well, I am a wish for a dream.

Though, I am nothing but a pair of waxed wings,

Wings that fly so high but melt at the slightest of heat,

I am a savior,

I am what caused a tragedy,

I was crafted by the knowledge of a goddess,

To save two who were trapped,

A duo, a pair, Father-And-Son,

But I knew one would not see earth's green,

One would only meet the sea's mysterious grasp,

But they do not fear,

For the son will only fly as his heart contents,

Icarus; The one whom I belong to,

The son whose youth will be his downfall.

Though I do not speak,

I am merely a pair of wings,

Wings who takes off and soars,

Wings used by Icarus.

Together we soared to our freedom,

Soaring, soaring,

Till we touched the sun.

I am not the light that guides you through the dark,

I am not the stars that you count in the sky,

I am not the darkness you fear alone,

I am not the flowers that grow on your toes,

Who is me? I am nothing but a pair of wings,

Destined to fall for infinity.