Folly

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