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Sun Stricken Child

February 11, 2026

Oh Icarus how you flew so beautifully with those waning wax wings,

Soaring so high,

Higher than any should've gone.

befellen with from your sky high endeavers,

Now you must deal with the devastation of dreams.

While admirable all those who see you think pity upon the poor fool

Icarus who flew too close to that called the sun.

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▾ This Poem's Voice

Mythological allusion grounded in universal hubris lesson

Multiple ideas densely packed; modest pacing variation

Melancholic tone; pity and devastation dominate

Soaring imagery energetic; tempered by falling/pity

Single stanza; approximately 5-6 lines

Rich metaphor, personification; ornamented diction

Lyric voice observing Icarus myth; slight narrative distance

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