In the heart of the azure sky, he soared so high,
With wings crafted by love, a dream to defy,
But the sun, fierce and bright, called his name,
Whispering promises wrapped in flame.

Higher he climbed, in the warmth of the light,
Ignoring the warnings, chasing the height,
The world below, a distant, fading sight,
His spirit untouched by the coming plight.

The wax began to melt, the feathers to fall,
A desperate cry, unheard by all,
Down he plunged, from the heavens above,
A tragic end to a tale of love.

The sea embraced him, cold and deep,
A silent witness to the secrets it keeps,
Icarus, remembered in the waves’ gentle sweep,
A legend of dreams, of flights, and of leaps.