Icarus and Daedalus

Above the academy, over the air and sea
exists a blue horizon stained with red.
He was young at the time, nevertheless
a witness he was...

In the sea, awaits two airships, asleep
with their sails and flags down.
Militia Air Ship Daedalus and Icarus they were,
guarding the lives of Williamston.

The ships were knights in shining armor:
metal hulls with wooden decks. Glass
shields the captain and crew on one deck.
Rigged around the ships were beautiful wings and cloth.

A father commands MAS Daedalus...
his son masters MAS Icarus.
They protect the skies and seas...
till this day.

From the sky, fire rained down on Williamston.
Oh God, all was engulf in flames as raiders
flew over the city; death invaded:
black smoke and sails filled the sky.

Like angels, Daedalus and Icarus rose their sails,
off into the horizon they were, accelerating in the sea.
Then, like a glorious bird, the ships flew up, and rose
with hot air released from their mass into their sails.

Quickly, the Daedalus and Icarus circled and charged
into the ranks of the black sails and flags and smoke.
Fools and cowards cannot be in the air,
for they must watch fears reveal themselves.

Daedalus fired its cannons straight ahead and aside,
attempting to burn away the ailment in the sky.
The father commanded to free the earth from the
bombs of above.

Icarus swiftly flew into the enemy,
bravest aviators were they:
airmen from the wings of Icarus jumped onto
the decks of our enemy.

Oh, how brave was the frigate Icarus,
as the enemies' battleship prepared to release hell
Icarus flew below its hull, and suffered...
Fire rained down on Icarus as it shielded Williamston.

The father could only watch his son crash into the sea.

Night has fell and so has the flames:
Daedalus nestled in the soft waters as we mourn.
Williamston was saved, but for what cost?
A son.

Daedalus' captain stood before us,
all were survivors that stood in union square.
The militia captain broke down into tears,
he cried out he'll never fly again.

Discarded the rank and silver wings,
his uniform, he striped of command and meaning.
Without his son, he lost the will for flight.
“Oh God, why must you do this to me?”

The schoolboy watchs, as the moonlight
slowly shined upon him. He carried the story
of the tragic tale of Daedalus and Icarus.
A weight he will bring to the heavens...
when he sets sail.