Oh my poor Icarus fell in love with the sun.
He spread his waxed wings so wide
into the sky where his love was.

Yet everyone cried,
"Don't fly too close or you'll die!"

But Icarus had turned a blind eye
and kept pursuing his holy light.
So, my naive Icarus flew high and high
until all his being wholly blind.

Little did he know,
he was yet to meet Apollo's bow.
Before Icarus reached the last sky,
his wings began to ignite—so bright.
He thought the gods was on his side.
But then Apollo grinned on his throne
and demand the sun to burn the lad to death.

The sun unwillingly obeyed his master's call
while sympatized Icarus's will
as he touch the...