𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔

𝙸𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜

Father said not to fly too close to the sun,
Foolish was I to not heed his warning.
He said the heat would melt the wax from my wings,
I'd plummet from the sky to my death.

The wings were our way of escaping
From the punishment cruel Minos dealt.
My recklessness was my downfall,
For my hubris I fell from the sky.