Deep in the woods of Appalachia
where the pines whisper,
a boy takes his last breath.
He followed the cold wind,
chasing secrets
through skeletal trees.
Could not outrun creatures that watched him –
silent, half-shadows.
Like Icarus, he flew too high,
a fire in his chest,
a mind that would not rest.
But what goes up,
must come down.
And the earth opened her arms
without a sound.
His downfall came quick,
a boy swallowed by myth.