(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 were always a prisoner, bound by a golden chain

Fethers and wax a heavenly escape

The father ready, taking his child away

The son broken, longing to say

"I don't know how to leave,

Don't know how to stay."

They flee before sunrise

On wings not their own

Hearts longing for a place to call home.

Icarus flies, one last glory to be had

He joins Apollo in lofty heights

Bids fair well to the world behind

His father broken and full of shame

His broken son has left his pain

Icarus wept for the choices he made

His pain had left him unafraid

And he drowned