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For one last time,
Icarus flapped his wings.
He thought this fight will
Liberate him from Labyrinth.

For one last time,
Icarus dared to cross the sea.
He was warned neither be
Too low nor to be too high.

For one last time,
Icarus trusted his father.
Who made the wings
For his flight to be smoother.

For one last time,
Icarus cried for help.
Daedalus watched him falling
As those wax wings melted.

Poor Icarus flew too high.
He wanted to touch the Sun.
Poor Icarus wanted to cross his father.
He forgot those wings were not his own.
Poor Icarus hoped too much
He didn’t know that the creator
Doesn’t like such
Audacity to surpass.

Did Daedalus lament for his son?
Or did Icarus saw the rage in his father?
The myth says that
The abyss gulped him forever.