A small tower room
Held an old man and his son.
The room was always so very cold
And the son often wondered
Why they were locked inside.
When the man explained
Why the king was angry
The boy got scared.
The father had a plan.
For days on end
The father stayed up,
Working carefully and in secret.
Wax flowed
Feathers plucked.
Finally the plan
Was half completed.
The next morn
The pair jumped from the tower
Wings on their backs.
Guards screamed
The king yelled.
The father warned his son
"The sun will melt the wax
Between the feathers on your wings,
Don't go near,
The sea dampens your wings
And makes it hard to fly,
Don't go too close. "
But the son was thrilled
With his newfound flight.
He headed toward the heavens,
The sun grew too hot.
Soon the wax melted
From between the feathers
And down the boy plummeted.
The icy water shocked
And took the boy's life.
The father was grief stricken
Yet had to keep moving.
He settled in Sicily
And outsmarted king Mithos yet again.
King Mithos was murdered that night
By the daughters of Daedalus's new king,
They had not wanted harm to come to him.
They were proud of the gifts he had given them
And were angry when his life was threatened.
Daedalus wanted to move again
So did to Sardania
With Iolaus, nephew of Heracles
As his leader.