I was the Sun and you were Icarus
You ignored the burn, hoping to find love
But you fell and you drowned
You stained the sea with burning flesh
Now in distant times to come
Those Sojourners who sail to Aeaea
Will tell tales of love that fell from the sky.
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a/n
In Greek mythology Icarus was the son of Daedalus, who escaped from the labyrinth of Knossos in Crete by flying with wings made by his father from feathers attached with wax. His journey took an unfortunate turn when, not following his father's advice, he flew too near to the sun, which melted the wax which connected the feathers of the wings, making him fall and drown in the Aegean Sea.
This myth inspired me to write this piece of poetry ❤
