Why Daedalus Is The Real Tragedy

Daedalus stood on the cliff edge, holding the broken pieces of his son's wings.

He remembered the day he made the wings, a day of joy that now felt like a crime.

Icarus laughed and ran toward the sky, ignoring his father's desperate warnings to stay low.

Daedalus shouted from the ground, his voice cracking as he begged the boy to remember his home.

The air grew hot and dry, and the boy felt a strange thrill rising inside his chest.

The sun was too close, and the golden feathers started to soften under the intense heat.

Daedalus watched in silence, realizing the tragedy was not in the fall, but in the climb.

The boy pulled his wings back, trying to reach the sun, unaware the wax was already gone.

The wings collapsed with a wet tear, and the boy dropped like a stone into the dark water.

Daedalus walked to the edge of the sea and took a single feather from the water.

He held the feather tight, understanding that his own safety depended on a lesson he failed to teach.