Icarus The Skater Boy.

Icarus, son of Daedalus, said he’d tell us.

Tell us of how he chose a path of rebellion and freedom.

It led him too high and he strayed too far from those he followed.

Icarus, son of Daedalus, said he’d show us.

Sunny summer days.

Smooth hot pavement.

Sounds of boards hitting concrete.

Skateboarding teens showing off.

Icarus, son of Daedalus, king of the half-pipe.

He could grind and skate like nobody could.

Yet, he didn’t listen to us when he should.

Icarus, son of Daedalus, king of face-planting concrete.

Blood dripped down like melted wax.

Botched tricks led to this.

Black skateboard wheels still spun.

Bought what the Devil sold.

Icarus, son of Daedalus, broken-boned.

His arms splayed out like a fallen angel.

We didn’t know what to do.

Icarus, son of Daedalus, he skated too hard and crashed even harder.

Icarus, the boy who flew too close to the sun.

Icarus, the skater who had too much fun.