Hey again guys, this one's a bit different than the other poems, this is a non-rhyming lyrical poem that I decided to try out. Let me know what you think of the style and structure. Enjoy!
The Wings of Icarus
By James O. Cannon
Thunder roared in the clouds above.
Flashes of lightning brightened the sky,
A black and white veil of destruction.
Icarus, great winged son of the gods
Fears not as he soars high above,
Through clouds high and sun warm.
His wings were a masterpiece,
A most wonderful gift to be used
To escape a prison of mediocrity.
The crafted wings of feather and wax
That the half-god strapped to his back
Were used well as Icarus flew
Higher than any man had ever before.
But the half-god was also half-man
So he fell to men’s vices.
His glory was at a peak
And the weakness drove him higher and higher
Higher toward the bright, glorious sun,
But Icarus was not a god and so,
The sun melted the wax of his wings.
He fell and he fell for what seemed
Like days and days until eventually
He landed into the ocean and was gone,
Devoured by Poseidon’s justice.
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