He soared the skies on borrowed wings

In pursuit of the fiery heavens; 

His foolish ambition blinding him far more than the sun 

In which he drew too near. 

He fell as all things eventually do, 

Metal and wax dripping down his limbs,

Scorching his skin. 

And though his fate was met in the dark waters, 

His gaze was set far above. 

For he knew that no man had flown as high as he.