Beneath the sun’s fierce and scorching glare,
Icarus soared on wings crafted with care.
Ambition burned brighter than the wax,
As he aimed for the heavens, never looking back.

His father warned of the sun’s cruel might,
“Fly the middle course, avoid the fatal height.”
Yet the call of the sky was too strong to ignore,
He climbed ever higher, yearning for more.

The wax began to melt, the feathers fell,
And Icarus plummeted, a tragic tale to tell.
Dreams turned to dust, consumed by the sea,
A reminder of the cost of boundless liberty.

He reached for the stars but met his demise,
A lesson in hubris, for those who dare to rise.
The legacy of Icarus, forever to remind,
That ambition unchecked can lead to one’s decline.