Only a fool would e'r fall for you dear,
You who blaze at ten thousand degrees.
And he was a great fool who flew up much too near,
Just to fall to his death in the deepest of seas.

You must be so proud to have been the one,
To have caused him to plummet so fast.
Did the look on his face make you wish it undone,
Arms out grasping for you and his eyes all aghast.

Daedalus' child, O why did you fly
Where your father bid never to go?
Did you hear the soft call of the bright azure sky,
Though with sweet honeyed words it foretold only woe?

Crete far behind you with wings on your backs,
You grew prideful in freedom's warm gaze.
Trusting only in wings made of feathers and wax,
And your heart deep in love with the sun's deadly rays.


This be the lesson to those who have ears,
Heed your forefather's unceasing call.
The loud call which first came afore Daedalus' tears,
Warns that pride always goeth before the downfall.