Icarus Is Falling
The sun is a dangerous thing,
Proudly boasting its rays.
Spilling over grass and painting the waters
With amber and gold.
Bluffing its burns
And liquid flames,
As they drip over the horizon.
There is a silhouette over the
Fluid infernos.
Angelic limbs stretching,
Reaching,
Grieving,
To bask in the sky's trophy.
There is a silhouette,
Falling,
Away from the embrace
By which he oh-so-longed for.
And so his hubris grips his
Angelic remnants
And heavenly echo,
As the sun forgets to mourn.
And instead is left to watch
As the silhouette falls.
-To those befalling to their pride
Sarah Boland '26 participates in school extracurriculars such as Key Club and Flag Football. She often creates works of poetry and fiction, and loves to indulge in literature in her free time.