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Son of Daedalus



A prominent mythical figure



With waxed wings of feather



Imprisoned within the thick wall

Not a even moment he would stall

The craftsman's genius risked it all

To escape from Labyrinth once and for all



A brilliant gift from a father

That melted his son into the water

Daedalus knew the wax will wither

Never knew his son would be lost forever



Icarus flew too close to the Sun

If he had known he would've run

Plunged into the sea, the burning son

There was nothing he could've done



A father trembled and had no clue

Of what to do, his feelings turned blue

Icarus was dead and that was true

But...



At least he flew