Daedalus
In ancient tales of myth and lore,
There lived a craftsman wise and sure,
With skill and cunning, he did create,
A pair of wings for his son's fate.
Ikarus, the son, was filled with glee,
As he flew high, so wild and free,
But Daedalus warned, "Do not soar too high,
For the sun will melt your wings, you'll die."
But Ikarus was young, his spirit bold,
And he flew too close, too uncontrolled,
His wings did melt, his fate was sealed,
As he fell to earth, his life revealed.
Daedalus wept, his heart so sore,
As he watched his son fall evermore,
A tragic end to a tale so bright,
A father's love, a son's flight.
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