Icarus Poem Novels & Stories

I’ll protect you. The chemistry between the three of them tightened painfully. Love. Trust. Betrayal. None of it simple anymore. Icarra descended into the chamber alone. The moment her feet touched the stone floor, the doors slammed shut behind her, darkness swallowed everything, then silver light exploded around her. A female figure appeared. Tall. Ethereal. Beautiful beyond comprehension. The Moon Goddess. Icarra fell to one knee instinctively, the goddess approached slowly, silver eyes identical to Icarra’s studied her carefully.

Miranda exclaimed," don't say that. Claudia and I still need you here with us. I don't know what I will do if you too left me." " Oh dear, you should now by now that death will come to us in one way or another, living in denial will not do you any good." " I know dad. I just don't want to think about it." " Ok okay let's go inside now and I must say,I love how you are taking care of mom's roses." Claudia said. " Thank you honey, I remember how Clara used to devoted herself to these flowers. She would always say that if reincarnation was real, then she would want to come back as a red rose."

"Oh my God, Icarus! You scared me." Kiara held her chest, she was genuinely startled when she saw the man lurking in the dark. Her comment made Icarus smirk, he twirled the glass in his hand and asked, "Of course, I will scare you. You have other me to make you happy." "What? What are you trying to say?" Kiara knitted her eyebrows together. Icarus lifted his eyes to look at her, his pupils were red, "Don't try to act dumb, Kiara. You know exactly what I am talking about."

“Moon goddess…” Adonai’s voice was gleeful, drunk on cruelty. “Don’t spoil the fun, brother. Let’s take her back. Tear her apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left.” “Take her,” Adonis said, voice rough with amusement. “The game has just begun.” Icarus hoisted me over his shoulder like I was a ragdoll. My head lolled back, blood dribbling from my mouth, my vision blurred beyond recognition. I hung there, limp, praying for a swift death.

She moved to the next one. "Icarus Falls," she read out the title of the painting. The dense clouds covered the painting, the bright sun at the very top of the large painting and then came Icarus at the middle, his wings melting and the feathers dropping one by one because he flew too close to the sun. Icarus was falling. "You like that?" "The most." "Why?" His eyes showed interest and she felt encouraged. "It keeps me reminded to stay leveled. Not too far, not too close. Not greedy but also not pessimistic," she tried to boil it down into sentences, sighing a little because she felt at piece. "If I go too close to the sun, the wax will melt."

“Ab alto spiritus, qui nunquam dormit faceret bene. Spiritibus caeli, Turpis et inductis, non pulchra, genus esse mihi. Calore ac spiritu, ira in exitium, modo sit mihi. Spiritus frigus et gelu, phantasmata scelus et vitium faceret bene. Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam”

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

Never in all years of subbing or being in classes myself did I see such a level of combative encouragement. “I don’t…” Winter gave him such a dead-panned look that I almost snorted out a laugh. Instead, I pushed my glasses up my nose as she snapped back. She wasn’t letting it go though. “You do. Now read the damn sentence.” He threw his hands up and pointed to the board. “Poetae relinquunt Orcum et astra respiciunt.” “And it means?” “It means…” Maverik growled at her. “Poets leave…the underworld…and look again at the stars.”

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.