by Eliza Morgan
Timber and feathers,
and the world’s greatest mind.
How could he have known the danger
of all these combined?
He thought he was a god-
eternal, like a flame.
But he was just a child,
playing a god’s game.
He flew towards the light,
couldn’t help but go higher.
That spirit in his mind and soul,
couldn’t outburn the sun’s fire.
Timber and feathers,
and freedom finally known.
Poor Icarus didn’t listen
and now he won’t come home.
