The Ballad of Icarus

Crete is no haven for a deity.
Nor are the heavens for a mortal.

Daedalus, father of innovation,
The Benevolent Superego,
Challenges the stature of the divine,
Condemning his son to fly like stone.

With arms outstretched they’ll take to the skies.
An act obscene: bold and unholy.
Insomniac-riddled fireflies,
Damned souls at the spark of light.

Icarus, fledgling to the matador.
A fools’ dove, he chases Apollo’s tail
And collapses before the trailblazer.
He falls, his feathers refuse to sail.

Daedalus- a bullfighter to man-
Weeps as the gods grin and thunder claps,
Watching Icarus drown in the spotlight
And falls upon Poseidon’s trident.

A blind eye to the face of history,
As Man’s struggle remains eternal.

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I've always been fascinated by Greek mythology. One story that's always stood out to me was that of the deceiving innovator Daedalus and his infamous son, Icarus. Daedalus' story as a mischievous yet brilliant craftsman in Greek history left him imprisoned on the island of Crete as punishment for angering King Minos. Daedalus' ego and self-righteous nature would be passed on to his son, which inevitably would kill him for flying too close to the sun- an allegory about understanding and not growing overtly confident in your abilities in order to stay vigilant.