Icarus                                                            Daedalus

Speeding through the air                         Flowing peacefully in the breeze

A wide grin spread across his cheeks     Wise wrinkles scattered in his eyes

Feathered wings spread wide              Feathered wings carefully maneuvered

Carefree                                                     Careful

Pushing the limits                                    Knows when to stop

Higher and higher                                    He stays in the same spot

A man who has flight will never fall      Every man can fall if they go to high

Hotter and hotter                                      Stays the same temperature

Eyes scan the skys rim                              Watches the beautiful scenery below

The sight that only gods were allowed     The sight of a bird

The unforgiving sun                                   The protective clouds

Wax trickles down his spine                     Wax stays cool in its place

Scorching his skin                                    Arms float free

Screaming as he falls                                Speeding to catch his son

Light feathers detach from his back    Ocean water sprays his face

Plunging to fast                                         Not quick enough

Submerged                                                 Heartbroken

Ice cold                                                     Steaming tears trickle down

Men who can fly can also fall               Men were not made to fly