ICARUS O

Where Icarus just any name not theirs
I would fear my reaction to news
of even a single tear or whisper
that centers the vile near her or theirs

That she endears is no pun no twitter
The smallest pains of saints are a pallor
they cry without complaining and suffer
the snakes that hear me hear louder

I am the snake that charmers most fear
if I bludgeon diction well excuse me, wear,
you are no better than you were ever,
but host of calamitous offers remember

The diamonds that others revere I cloud
They become no longer the asking for