Icarus Fall

 Icarus' Descent 

In skies of dreams, I soared with delight,  

Icarus embraced the love for flight.  

Wings forged not from wax but from resolve's blaze,  

Melted still in the sun's unforgiving gaze.

Once soared a pilot, in skies divine,  

Metal wings kissed by heavens' line.  

Like Icarus, I too took flight,  

Yearning for skies both day and night.

My wings, not wax, but steel robust and true,  

In a cockpit where dreams once drew.  

Icarus reborn, in flight's fond embrace,  

Illness lurking, a hidden trace.

Soaring forth, towards the sun's domain,  

Illness became a relentless bane.  

Steel-crafted wings, my work of art,  

Yet illness tore my wings apart.

Myth and truth entwine in this dire plight,  

Icarus reborn, in a pilot's flight.  

My wings not scorched by the sun's bright blaze,  

But illness' fire, a cruel, different phase.

Metal wings, that soared once so high,  

Now grounded by illness, a silent sigh.  

Mythology weaves through a modern's tale,  

A pilot's wings clipped, crashing in a gale 

Oh, how I yearned for the endless sky,  

Illness's grip, a relentless tie.  

Myth and fact entwined, fate's new jest 

Icarus grounded, in a heart's unrest.

In skies of yore, where freedom reclaimed,  

Icarus soared, his spirit untamed.  

Now a pilot grounded, longing to ascend,  

Death is my ultimate journey's end.

My fall not of hubris, but fate's decree,  

Three Fates in fury did agree.  

Whether myth or truth, the story's the same,  

Icarus and I, burnt like an unending flame.

Maxwell O’Reilly