And once and for all he has fallen tragically like Icarus from the sky

for something greater than him that demanded sacrifice,

and sacrifice it got. Penetrating screams ringing in all of their

ears as his Daedalus wept in despair. Among the hard concrete,

his flesh still was soft. Disaster consumed the street in the form of chaos,

and waves of people stared in disbelief at the maimed body painted with

crimson droplets of sticky blood, the stench of murder sour and

unwelcome in the air. Sirens screamed in the distance the way his

Icarus did before death. They came to the scene among

billions of prying eyes and took hold of his Icarus.

A father mourning his son. A father mourning his martyr