Wax doesn't burn, it melts.

Icarus drowning

A tragedy or a victory?

Lament not, grieve not

Your son, in his flight

Grazed his auburn wings across my chariot,

Eyes once blinded, then ablaze,

Overlooking everything that was hidden from him,

He did not want to obey,

He wanted to fly, Daedalus.

You must not blame it upon yourself,

For the golden cage he was locked in,

Was still a cage.

As he flew across the cerulean sky,

And the west winds hurled him left to right,

He dared and dreamed 

And as he plunged downwards into the Icarian sea,

I did hear him scream, indeed,

But the yells that echoed throughout Olympus,

Were those of pleasure, of a poor boy that wanted to feel.

Icarus embraced the waves 

Just as he embraced the Sun, so

With loss that is weaved

Into his wings 

That you think failed, it is

You who fails to see

That before Icarus fell

Icarus flew.