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
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