Icarus

They talk of Icarus and his arrogance,
how he flew too high in the sky and
drowned from his pride.
But never of that moment in-between.

When his chest felt tight and
his fists clench, heart pounding,
sweat bleeding from his brow.
Helios and Poseidon, both steeped in Chaos,
burn and thrash with the aid of Hades.

He was ready to embrace the world.
Finally, freedom from his stone cage,
sunlight inviting and Zephyrus soothing
his pale skin, mouth wide with a grin.

He yearned for Apollo’s warm embrace,
experience the eleutheria the God can offer.
Craved a glimpse of Pontus and Thalassa,
their aquatic life analagous to Zeus and his sky.

To escape the maze was enough for him,
for young Icarus was high on adrenaline
as Aeolus blew through his feathers,
onto melting wax and burning skin.