I am Icarus.
Many people see my death as a tragedy.
That is very wrong
In my opinion.
They did not tell you,
When Apollo gave me wings,
They did not tell you,
I knew I would burn in flames.
You see, I knew the agony I would face
And as I fell,
I knew I did it for the sun.
As hot burning wax slithered down my spine,
As seductive kisses of agony
Peppered my skin and muscle,
I laughed.
I laughed as where I saw beauty,
Others saw pain.
I loved it, you see.
It was addictive.
Even Dionysis would marvel at my insanity.
There is no beauty without pain.
And now,
As I wait for judgement
In the land of Hades,
I ask myself,
"Was it worth the fall for the sun?"
And I answer.
"Yes. It was."
