Soul of Icarus
No matter how strong, be those masking bones,
the anguished reminiscences, are adamantine,
a mountain of perpetual refute and scorn,
A compassionate form, now rigid and blind,
But what wrong did the heart endure?
It carried the soul of Icarus,
with the ethereal wings of wax and feathers,
it fell for vows, evil and pernicious,
Only to burn to ashes and embers........
~S.S~
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