Written By Agastya Sharma (Grade 7)
Even though he knew the clock had struck nigh,
He smiled; there was a certain triumph in falling from the sky.
The heat, he could not withstand;
Neither did the wings, the marks, the everlasting brand.
Daedalus, the father, the faithful watcher,
Could do nothing, against Helios, the malicious torcher.
Scorching heat seared the air,
The feathers shredded, left him bare.
The sun burned and burned brighter,
Leaving only sorrowful thoughts, and hearts tighter.
He flew, and flew, and flew higher,
Leaving behind him, a trail of destruction dire.
The breath of life had left his form,
No thoughts of rules, laws, or the norm.
It was, after all, the ancient way,
To face your fears, come what may.
He smiled, as he fell from the sky,
It took something others didn’t have to have reached that high
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