As the flame of the candle stands still in the biting air,
|
and the silhouettes of a broken man crash to the floor.
|
he rues the day he flew too close to the sun.
|
recalling her smile as his wings melted
|
and he descended to the depths below.
|
she had spoken of things all too impossible for hearts to behold.
|
her beauty beckoning his soul.
|
defenseless he fell enamored by her intoxicating charm,
|
she had spoken of things which he bagan to believe.
|
this was not supposed to be.
|
screamed the temptress.
|
Empathy being her only vice she constructed a heart shaped tomb.
|
there she swore she would lay and perish.
|
with his wings charred and the pieces of his heart lying in ruins on the floor.
|
she had spoken of things all too impossible for hearts to behold.
|
he dreams of a day when the candle would begin to flicker in the cold night air,
|
perhaps then he would fly again. he will fly again
|
|
-----------------
|
A Romance By The Wings Of Icarus
|
| It Dies Today |
