Icarus and the Sun
Bright-Star Apollo rocking out on stage
Pulling moth-boy Icarus into his light.
Young eyes drip wax.
Falling for his muse, there is no use.
Moth-boy sinks, reaching for fame
With no voice.
Stage-shy fool, Icarus.
Shadow to Bright-Star Apollo.
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