gray wings of wax

Through hell flame
and water holy
And shifting blame
and losing slowly

Wings of gray
Strong and stern
break away
refuse to learn

Sprout from backs
of barely mortal
Wings of wax
doomed to boil

Icarus, the boy of fate
was cursed to fall
learned to late
And his form
all too small
Broke the norm
was cursed to brawl

boy of pain
boy of death
boy of bane
boy of breath