Up in the sky, so high and free,
Flew Icarus, with joy and glee.
His wings of wax were his pride,
Flying close to the sun, he dared to ride.
But as he soared, his wings did melt,
And with a sudden jolt, he felt a belt.
Down he came, towards the sea,
His screams unheard, his fate to be.
The waves were rough, the wind was strong,
Icarus wished he could right his wrong.
But it was too late, his wings were gone,
His life was over, and his journey was done.
The sunset on the horizon red,
Icarus lay on the shore, cold and dead.
His father wept, his heart did break,
For he had lost his son, his fate to take.
How tragic, the fall of Icarus,
A warning to those who dare to fuss.
For pride can lead to a deadly end,
And in the end, we are all descended.
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Author:
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