Sanoja: It Dies Today. A Romance By The Wings Of Icarus.

As the flame of the candle stands still in the biting air
And the silhouettes of a broken man crash to the floor
He rues the day he flew too close to the sun
Recalling her smile as his wings melted
And he descended to the depths below

She had spoken of things all too impossible for hearts to behold
Her beauty beckoning his soul
Defenseless he fell enamored by her intoxicating charm
She had spoken of things, which he began to believe
This was not supposed to be, screamed the temptress

Empathy being her only vice she constructed a heart shaped tomb
There she swore she would lie and perish
With his wings charred and the pieces of his heart
Lying in ruins on the floor

She had spoken of things all too impossible for hearts to behold
He dreams of a day when the candle would begin
To flicker in the cold night air
Perhaps then he would fly again, he will fly again