"everything is set in stone," they lie

bold-faced they be
as they look you in the eye

in the presence of evil,
one must not cower

for even through
cracks of cement
rises a flower

Icarus flew before he fell
Tasted salty air and intoxicating freedom
He was able to relish in Helios' Ray's and soar through Isis' rainbow sprays
The gods watched with innocent chuckles and fond expressions
But fate cackled as wax fell like the fat tears of Hera as Icarus' wings burned
They expected him to scream
To call out to his father leagues ahead
Instead he laughed with mirth unrivaled
A ball of shining flames and glorious downfall
There was a special beauty is crashing when you should be soaring
Falling like a star to be wished upon
He let the flames consume him and bemoaned when he hit the sea
The best part of the flight the fall