𝑨𝒏 𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍

Icarus Lore ( part 2)

I am falling.
I slowly close my eyes capturing the golden painted sky in the back of my mind,
Treasuring the scenery as the last Memory of the glorious Sun.
As I feel the wax scorching my bare skin,
I pray.
Father warned me once "Do not dare to fly high or else you will fall."
Like a fool I believed that I could endure your scorching warmth.
I guess I loved you more than the Goddess of life,
And now the Moires laugh as they cut the thread of my life right in front of your unblinking eyes.
Perhaps it has always been my destiny.
To be a fool.
Are you satisfied?
Is my own demise enough to please you?
My Sun,
Why were you so cold once I approached you so closely?
The wings you once gave me, failed to save me but,
Your indifference was the first death to me.
I fell,
I fell hard.
Eaten up by the cold ocean, drowning desperately, the warmth once hugging me is nowhere to be seen.
Thus I remember that I loved.
I regret nothing because with you I was able to fly.
And I,
Icarus,
smile triumphantly as I die satisfied.