HE FORGED STEEL
UNTO HIS VEINS
AND BLED MISERY
THROUGH HIS REMAINING DAYS
A SHIP
WITH MASTS OF FORTUNE,
HIS ANCHOR
STAYED HIS CONSCIENCE SOBER.
PIRATED WINGS
WOULD HELP HIM TAKE FLIGHT
TO ANEMIC SKIES
THAT BLED HUES, ORANGE-RED.
BUT ALAS, ALIGHT WAS ICARUS,
AND AFLAME
FOR HIS COUNTERFEIT PINION
HAD BROUGHT HIM SHAME.
FOR IN THE KINGDOM OF GODS,
WHERE SCORCHING DOOM
AND FABLED GLORY LIE,
HOW COULD A BOY
WITH NO WINGS, FLY?
SERAPHS AND PARIAHS VIEWED CELESTIALLY
WITH NEBULA EYES
THE RAGING TEMPEST OF REVERENT WRATH IN SILKEN DISGUISE.
HE OFFENDS THE GODS IN POSESSION OF BEHEMOTH PRIDE
AND SWALLOWED, HE IS,
BY ROARING SEAS THAT DARE NOT SUBSIDE,
EVEN TODAY, ICARUS CRIES
IN REFLECTIONS OF AEGEAN SKIES.
ICARUS FALLS
BECAUSE ICARUS TRIES TO RISE.
