"Don't fly too close to the sun, or too close to the sea."
Those were the last words my father said to me.

He created my wings,
My wings of wax,
That allowed me to soar and see things i could never have fathomed before.

I pity the fool now.
Oh, how he would laugh in my face if he knew of my fate.
As he never knew how i came lifeless on the sand.
And how his final words that passed my ears would be my vice.

I fell in love, with the god of the sun,
Whose light could melt my wings of wax.
So he stayed away.

But my desire ran to deep,
I flew too close to my sun,
My wings of wax melted beneath me and i fell down.
Right down.

But what they fail to mention, in the stories of my twisted fate,
Is that i didn't fall down to earth.
No.
I flew.

When my wings of wax melted,
I threw my head back and laughed.
Because as long as i got held by my love,
My sun,
My Apollo.
It would have been worth it.