Icarus

Melted from the sun

Deep in the earth, there is a body

Ones whose wings ache and burn

Like the kiss from Holly

Splotches of red, pain, and what is torn

Fallen in a pool of rich-bodied moss

There is a grave

A web, woven as thin as floss

Bares the markings

The name Icarus

Parted through splotches of light

And shadows and glares 

The body of Icarus lies buried there

Under hills of green and thickly parted trees

Whose roots grow and blossom

Between mountains of gold 

Where they danced and follied 

Lies crimson and pearl

Melted like wax

Fallen in a pool of rich-bodied moss

There is a body

Echoes of pollen, riddled with brown

Lies crimson and pearl

Between blankets of blue and grey

Echoes a face, buried deep 

The coldness holds their last weep 

Tears lay stained upon the cheek

Of the body Icarus

Hidden in the cold of night

Blanketed by green 

And whispered to be taken from the sky

There was a body