These were his last thoughts.
"Strive for the Mountains,
strive for the Sky,
high and high ".
Before He saw the clouds
plow through the celestial vastness,
and feel the sun burning his skin
He thought about this.
At the end of it all He spends himself,
but free and serene.
Poem (C): Me
"The Lament for Icarus" (C): Herbert James Draper
