Icarus

Rising, Rising, See him fly above us,
against the sun in the east he doth soar.
He bathed in the golden light, glorious
among the clouds, 'til he could fly no more.
His wings boiled, dripping wax along his spine.
To the ground, he turned to face, arms outstretched,
teeth bared, he roared and laughed "heaven is mine!"
"I know the skies, and this knowledge i've fetched,
shall, with me, in the ground be forever kept!"
'Til soon he met the earth with a mighty crash.
Crowds gathered around him, smirking, he slept.
Yet, his father had also warned him that,
flying too low would only make him drown.
Although he still fell, the sun was his crown.