Your soft voice singing
Dirge of grief, and solar fire
I hear it burning
Sorrow in winter
The whisper of murder drifts
Daedalus grieving
Bright wings. dripping wax
Useless as toys…Icarus
Plunging to the sea
Yearning for glory
Falling like the stars, beyond
The dark horizon
There is no justice
For the fallen son, victim
Burnt like a candle
Gone
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