Icarus flew too close to the sun,
Icarus's fight was not to be won.

Icarus flew too close to Apollo,
Down she went, smoke to follow;
Wings ablaze and talons on fire,
Icarus fell with a heart full of ire.

Swallowed in the icy sea,
Icarus cried, "Apollo, why me?"
To which there was no reply,
Only silence as Icarus died.

The water was cold,
But Icarus grew colder.
A heart of pure gold
That beat no longer.
Then there was a spark,
Some inward fire;
It brightened the dark.
Death was a liar!

Icarus flew too close to the sun,
Icarus's song was almost unsung.
Her wings and talons burning no more
Apollo had naught a clue what she had in store.