Icarus and Man

Icarus was like all men,

He dreamed of escape.

When all dreamed of leaving,

We dream of imagination,

We dream of goals.

I had wings,

They grew so vast,

The time of youth,

That’s long passed.

But in my youth,

I spoiled my wings,

I did not care for them,

I am now the fallen King.

Now I sit on an empty throne,

Once I turned sand to stone,

My touch now grows cold.

Icarus flew close to the sun,

King Harold forgot by all,

The greatest lesson,

Pride comes before the fall.