Downfall

so in love with
Icarus
waxen winged
silver spirit

dancing in the skies

[somewhere]

that

she

kept him best
cacooned in his
apex
of perfection

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Published on Thursday, October 11, 2012. Filed under: "Ironic" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Downfall "

A former member wrote: you are a really good poet, thanks for posting..
On Saturday, October 13, 2012, Guillotine (172) wrote:

felt this in such an ungraspable esoteric sense... (probably not intended) but this echoes the notion of loving the self-destructive, a sense of aching resignation and wistfulness to this.
On Saturday, October 13, 2012, Guillotine (172) wrote:

Hm, even then, not quite the right words. A blind protectiveness. Still not right.
On Friday, October 12, 2012, FadedBlues (2169) wrote:

...captivating & hopelessly romantic...
On Thursday, October 11, 2012, TheProphetUntold (167) wrote:

The old gods hold so much meaning and purpose, even today. Though some may call them dead, how do they continue to inspire us to little acts of greatness, like this poem. The old religions are a welcome a(i)llusion/metaphor these dark days. Well written, Kya. +tpu+
A former member wrote: You should capitalize the first letter in your sentences, other then that great poem! Very imaginative.
On Friday, July 12, 2013, Malice In Wonderland (987) wrote:

no. if I wanted them to be they would've been. I don't need a grammar lesson :)