17 May 2012
She flew too close to the sun that day, that fateful afternoon in May. Feathers were falling, no more soaring. She flew too close to the sun.
She had of course been told, by those as wise as old. Even her thoughts had whispered to her, but her heart was far too bold.
So she took up her wings to fly, jumping from way on high, she circled the clouds and the watching crowds, but the midday sun was nigh.
She'd never felt more alive, as she glided and banked and dived, But the wax began to fail, beginning an end to this tale.
She fell gracefully down to Earth, a beauty even in death, A high price paid and her story done, She flew too close to the sun.
The Price Of Flight • Opuss № I