Icarus' Ballad

In a land of mythical creatures

There lived a man

Whose inventions were unmatched

He was the creator of a maze

It imprisoned the two legged bull

And heroes quested to and fro

Entering alive, and not succeeding

In ridding the world of this menace

So it came to pass that

The inventor decided to step in

He did not know the price

He would have to pay

For treachery of this nature

For although he made wings

Capable ones, which granted flight

His son, a fair youth

Flew a little too well

And a little too high

His wings turned to ashes

And flailing, this youth

Fell from grace into the cold sea

Where his corpse is still buried

Thus is the tale

Of the inventor and his son

One called Daedalus, another Ikaros

That is why, when this tale is told

People realise the power a parent holds

And should you ever text

While crossing the road

Or talk on your device

While driving a car

You would do well to recall

The legend of Ikaros

For it might save you

From an early grave

The Bilge Master

Footnote- Read about the legend of Icarus here