Winter has come for me, can't carry on.
The Chains to my life are strong but soon they'll be gone.
I'll spread my wings one more time.
Is it a dream?
All the ones i have loved calling out my name.
The sun warms my face.
All the days of my life, I see them passing me by.
In my heart i know i can let go.
In the end i will find some peace inside.
New wings are growing tonight.
As i am soaring i'm one with the wind.
I am longing to see you again, it's been so long.
We will be together again.
---The Swan Song, by Within Temptation
They flew through the air; one a young boy, the other an old man. On their arms were wings, with feathers of all colors and sizes. The boy, with a whoop of joy, did a loop, laughing happily. The old man glanced up, and his face creased with worry. "Icarus! Stop, you must not do that!" Icarus sighed, returning to flying normally. "Yes, father," he said reluctantly. The old man, Daedalus, nodded solemnly, "I am only concerned for your safety." Time passed for awhile, and Daedalus gre distracted, thinking of ways he could improve the wings. Icarus glanced down, and, noticing the familiar absent-minded look his father oft got when he was thinking, grinned. He cautiously flew upward a bit, testing his father. When Daedalus did not say a word, he flew up, faster and faster. Icarus saw a seagull, and noted how gracefully it flew towards the sun. "Surely I can fly as well if not better than that old gull. Besides, have I not always wanted to view the sun, and find out what it is? Perhaps it is an eye! Or maybe a chariot wheel!" So, with mounting excitement, Icarus flew faster, closer and closer to the sun. He was very high when he felt an odd sensation running down his arms. It was like...hot water burning down his arms. He glanced at them, and gave a small, "Oh," of dismay. The wax on his wings were melting, feathers dropping. He vainly tried to fly back downwards, but to no avail. He began to spiral down, faster and faster. Icarus began to scream, "Father! Father, save me!" Daedalus jerked his head around, and saw his beloved and only son looking up at him, frantic, primative fear in his eyes, as he tumbled closer to Poseiden's vast home. "Dear Icarus! My son!" Daedalus gasped, cursing himself inwardly for being so lack minded. He dove after Icarus, but it was too late. The last he saw of his son was Icarus's tanned arm reaching up for him, before that, too, disappeared under the waves.