Wings Of Icarus Poem by Khaldun Atum

Many a day I have dreamed of wings,
I awake in sunlight glistenings,
Weight on thy back, the wax gold and flowings,
Soar above cities, my mind a ray of swirlings.

'Granted these wings bring you responsibilities',
Thy father said to me,
'From the Sun ablaze,
You shall stay away for your wings shall melt,
Leaving you falling in a haze.'

I fly up through the sky,
Heart pounding, eyes high,
Everhigher I go, birds fly by,
Clouds dropp below, darkness before thine eyes.

Space lifts me to the Sun,
I turn away, to no avail,
My wings are frozen,
They move not an inch at will.

Closer to the heat I come,
Hotter the wax becomes,
It melts and feathers become undone,
I know I approach my impending doom,
The Sun.

Oh— how the heat is intense,
Fire all around me, closer, inch by inch,
The burning gas is dense,
It is killing me,
No more do I flinch.

The Sun overtakes me,
I burn in milliseconds,
My fathers waits for me,
My death he reckons.