Let it be heard, to you all
Here I come, telling you the tale
of a man who gazed so high in the skies
reaching with his hand..like a moth to a luster of flame
Daring to seek a dream...Human with wings to fly
Consumed by hubris..his father destroyed in agony and shame

Father, pray tell, are we prisoners for a sin
or are we but yielding to a tyrant's whimsical whims
Father!. for what our freedom amounts
Trapped in a labyrinth of your own craft
awaiting our days' count

Beloved son, I ask thee to hark my wish
For I am to make you wings to soar free
But do care..for the sunbeams might hurt thee
I fear for thee , to let your hubris vanquish

fly my son, but in your flight, be humble and meek
lest the raging sea's foam gloats in your despair
Fly my son..but I urge thee for safety to seek
lest we end up in the tyrant king's beast lair

Father, what choice can we even make
Life has become pitiful and bleak
an unwelcome death or our freedom at stake
For a pitiful livelihood, you take
rather than hearing the death door's creak
Who is to live quivering in fear from a freak

they flew and flew..as eolian winds blew
raring to dearly reach their coveted salvation
batting their arms..looking down at a sailing crew
Then...a nefarious thought in his mind took formation

If I am to go and soar even higher
Punier they seem and I am all the mightier
Snarky was his facial expression
But amidst the clouds, deaf he was to his father's beg of caution

extending his arms grasping the radiance at dawn's rise
repeatedly gripping his hand...but nought fall into his grasp...
Down, his father weeps his son's fall into the trap
Icarus, the prideful, met his pitiable demise