Sure he fell,
All things do eventually,
But in that glorious moment,
As the biting ocean wind cut out,
As the wax dripped down his limbs,
As bronze feathers fell like autumn leaves,
As he saw the distant coasts of Aegean all around,
As he floated in the staunch defiance of heaven's fire,
He knew no one had flown higher.
The link below is to my new book "Acadmesia" where i have written more poems about Iracus, more poems of my heart, more poems of the night and stars, of my wounds and wishes. I hope you like it<3
https://www.wattpad.com/995087135-acamedsia-trente-huiti%C3%A8me