Thoughts of a Loner.

Icarus. (By Sapphirus)

A boy lived long back,
Lineage of finessé in his blood,
Historiographers in awe,
Skill such diamond,
Craftsmanship compared to heavens itself.

A boy lived long back,
His soul burning,
Burning with ambition of unknown,
Burning with determination,
Values greater than might itself,
Daedalus heeding his ideologies,
Antithesis to his proclamation,
Warning him.

A boy lived long back,
The Sun his muse,
His only eternal love,
As a graceful day arrived,
The boy spread his wings,
A gift from his father,
An invention to many,
As he flew,
Higher and higher,
Feather and beewax tasting the wind,
As the boy flew,
His ambition alive in the lasting moment,
As the boy flew,
Flew towards his beloved,
His muse,
His Sun.

A boy lived long back,
As he dared to steal the Sun,
Her beauty enthralling,
Bright and captivating,
Golden as a gleaming topaz,
But oh she didn't cherish him,
As her fury burnt,
Burnt away his puny wings,
Burnt away his dreams,
Burnt away his ambition,
And the boy fell.

A boy lived long back,
His name Icarus,
And he loved his muse,
Too much,
Too much.

~ Sapphirus