Icarus
Poor little Icarus
so far from home.
Freedom filled him up
but weighed down his bones.
Poor little Icarus
fell into the water.
By the light of the sun
was his hopes and dreams slaughtered.
Poor little Daedalus
saw his only son die.
Now never in darkness,
but in light, will his horrors lie.
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