Black Wings: Icarus

Wings now blackened spread within the light,
Strong flaps allowing me to take flight.
Towards the clouds in which I want to sore above,
All hope vanished in abandoned love.

Rising higher reaching for the giant ball of fire,
My wings grow heavy and my body starts to tire.
My wings begin to burn and fry,
As the chains stretch from the ground and snatch me from the sky.

Being drawn from this light,
Struggling with these chains with all my might.
More and more the chains pull me back,
And I sink further into this abyss pitch black.

Suddenly I stop fighting and stop trying to escape,
The darkness molds and approaches in my shape.
Flightless monster chained with no hope and nothing to discuss,
I've given up, I'm done, my name is Icarus.