Free from the labyrinth I leap, so filled
With hope. My father is so skilled!
Wearing false wings as he has willed
We escape, instead of being killed
In that prison so dark and chilled
That Daedalus was forced to build.
In the full light of the sun I fly!
Having never seen from so high
Or swam in the ocean of the sky
I feel not the least afraid to die.
What a glorious way to say goodbye
To that tomb where death was nigh.
I am an eagle in the bright blue air
My open wings are strong and fair.
What my father does with his pair
Is nothing that requires my care.
With an opportunity so utterly rare
It would be foolish of me not to dare.
My father is flapping far behind
Calling desperately to remind
His son to not be so blind
But he is being far too kind.
Soon I’ll tell him what I find
In the place where Apollo is enshrined.
The golden sun warms my skin
Icy cold from the constant wind.
I can get closer than man has ever been
To that perfect object, and that’s no sin.
The air gets colder the closer I fly in
And still the sun is small, but I will win!
I see nothing but the blinding flash
My burning breath turns into ash
I begin to think I’ve been too brash
My brain feels like a lump of mash
I try to force one final dash
But fall at last, and finally crash.