I am Icarus
Many people see my
death as a tragedy
That is very wrong
In my opinion
They did not tell you,
When Apollo gave me wings,
They did not tell you
I knew I would burn in flames
I knew you see,
I knew the agony would face
And as I fell,
I knew I did it for the sun
As hot burning wax slithered
Down my spine,
As seductive kisses of agony
Peppered my skin and muscles,
I laughed. I laughed as where
I saw beauty. Others saw pain
I loved it you see,
It was addictive.
Even Dionysis
Would marvel at my insanity
There is no beauty
Without pain.
And now,
As I wait for judgement,
In the land of Hades.
I ask myself
“was it worth, the fall for the sun”
And I answer
“yes. It was”
(An-sifakah)