Oh Icarus, oh flying boy, oh boy whose death was made to be a lesson.
Apollo's kisses leave scars on your lungs, his breath melts the hope off your feathers, and his voice oh so smooth makes your ears bleed, every touch another burn on your mortal skin.
Oh my mortal boy, why haven't you waited for the Moon?
Her kisses are nowhere as harsh as her brother's, her laugh is nowhere as melting, his voice is nowhere as booming.
Her touch would have done nothing more than implant stars on your bruised skin.
Oh, little boy who never knew the feel of Artemis's breath on skin, have you waited for the night, Poseidon's hands would never have a chance to tear apart your tender body, and Hades' smile would never go your way.
Oh Icarus, stupid boy, sad boy, dead boy,
Why haven't you waited for the night?
--Athenas-Letters
https://athenas-letters.tumblr.com/post/179656102469/icarus
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The Rhythm of Immortality
PoetryA collection of poems taken from various writers on tumblr all pertaining to Greek Mythology. The majority of them are based in modern times.
