Icarus

There’s a story with a moral, amongst other things,
about an ill-fated boy with waning wax wings.

His father warned carefully that he flee the sun's rays,
on this point they agreed, or so the tale says.

Yet the words were no contract, for they bound Icarus not,
and his eyes set on the sun the first chance that he got.

He chased after its beauty, which hooked him by his seams,
so that he lost sight of the melting caused by his lover's beams.

The story ends as swiftly as the author had it started,
and the father, with eyes bulging and trembling lips parted,

watched helplessly as Icarus realized too late,
that wax and the sun will end in a terrible fate,

and warn as he might, his child’s wings were all
gone,
leaving the boy at the mercy of his prized, torturous sun.