Icarus

You think you know my story, The boy who flew too close to the sun But did you know how I longed for the marks of Apollo’s love upon my skin, How the melting wax branded me with hope and freedom You think ambition is my harmatia When In reality it was Eros Love One of our 7 words for it I did it for Apollo My final gift to him In the hopes that, one day, We could be together - side by side watching the world from the golden chariot on which upon he travels And just as I fell into love with him I fell once again This time for the last time You knew I fell But did you know I smiled as I did