(Not exactly the prompt but something I wrote for the story of Icarus)
Icarus knew
He knew he would burn
He welcomed the flame on fragile wings
He felt the pain for far to long
He saw his father suffer
When days are young he longs to break free
To shed the shackles and fly
Hopelessness creeps in, the dream fades
Screams echo, the nightmare remains
How to envision something never seen
You wer...