With wings of wax and feathers light, the sky he sought to claim,
Icarus, the bold, the brave, soared high in search of fame.
His father’s words, a distant hum, as heights he dared to find,
The sun, a beacon calling him, ignited dreams in mind.

The sea below, a sapphire bed, whispered a gentle plea,
But Icarus, with heart ablaze, ignored its soft decree.
He climbed the heavens, felt the warmth, of sun’s caress so sweet,
Yet closer still, the molten kiss, turned triumph to defeat.

The wax began to melt away, as feathers scattered wide,
A moment’s glance, a fleeting thought, of warnings cast aside.
His wings undone, he plummeted, to ocean’s cool embrace,
A tragic end, a lesson carved, in waves that marked his place.

Oh, Icarus, your tale endures, a myth of human pride,
In seeking more, we oft forget, the perils that abide.
The sun, the sky, the endless dreams, allure yet to betray,
For in the flight of Icarus, we see ourselves, astray.