7 Ballads Of The Fall: The Man With The Wax Wings ' I Seek For More ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

7 Ballads Of The Fall: The Man With The Wax Wings ' I Seek For More '



'Son, just follow my lead and thou shall be free:
Put these on, and away from the sun, stay thee;
Neither fly so high, nor come near the blinding sea!
Bear in mind what ye art, not what thou can be.'

Yet flew so high, and away did he:
Felt the cool breeze upon his cheek;
The smell of freedom, him, did gravitate,
Refused to speak of weak or shriek.

'Look at the birds, beams, and all the clouds,
Penetrating the atmosphere in steadiness and speed.
Why can't thou be the same or great or far more greater! '
And he chased them in a heart beat, for it's a decisive need.

Behind the visible frame, had he to seek;
More than what's in his hands, desired he to eek.
If only his given blessings, he did contemplate;
The decoy of joy to crate, then followed a flying bleak.

And then he looked up at, the rising sun:
Attempted to reach glory and, be like one;
Flapped his wings in steadiness and speed,
Till wounds are all over, and his life began to bleed.

Forgot about the freedom, and put behind the yore:
Ignored the wise man's words, and spread the wax for more,
Watched with his eye, everything slowly melts,
Felt the red of the rose wilts, and not a single more flap to soar.

And then he fell down and sank, like a rock into the sea,
Wasted his chance with the wax wings to forever flee.
Hence, broken dreams, so for Envy not to call!
And that's One of the 7 Deadly Reasons To Fall.

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