I clasped my homemade wings
To my back, and flew to kiss the Sun
Enraged, with one mighty swing
Of her beams, I became undone
The wax melted and my wings dissolved
Into thousand shards of molten fire
Of my great sins I was absolved
As I plunged straight into her pyre
Death breathed her burning kiss
On my soft glowing lips
As I plunged further into the abyss
The garish Sun was in total eclipse
Jealous that Death has claimed her love
She drowned herself in the sea
Never to rise again from above
Until I graciously set her free
To walk the path of the stars, to amaze
The stricken universe with our love and fame
There is magic in settings the world ablaze
And watching from the center of the flame
Maxwell O’Reilly
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