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The Fall Of Icarus

Summary:

A short poem written from the perspective of Simon “Ghost” Riley, based on the end events of Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare III.

Notes:

Hello hello! I love poems, but this is one of my first times writing one of my own. I hope you enjoy this angst fest, and I love you all 🫶🏻

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I never was an open man. 

Kept my heart guarded in a dingy cell.

loving you was never the plan,

But God, you made me feel things I couldn’t quell.

 

You weren’t supposed to stick around.

I should’ve scared you off like the others.

Yet you followed me like a clingy hound, 

Not caring for my warnings or borders.

 

But who were you, if not defiant? 

With your cheeky grin and pride. 

Who were you, if not noncompliant? 

Headstrong, yet too bloody kind.

 

Loyal and fierce, 

You opened my walls like a bloody door.

With eyes too kind and sincere,

you left my heart craving more.

 

Never thought I’d find ‘the one’.

Thought I’d be long dead and buried in hell.

But they say Icarus loved the Sun,

and everyone knows how he fell.

 

‘Don’t fly too close to the sun, or too close to sea.’ 

A warning, that like Icarus, you ignored. 

Guess you flew too close to me,

And my god, how you soared.

 

But as your reached up to the sun, 

Skin burning from the unbearable warmth;

Like Icarus, your safety melted,

Leaving you lying dead on that cold floor.

 

I tried to warn you, Johnny.

‘The people you know can hurt you the most.’

You chased a demise you couldn’t see.

I only ended up leading you further into the smoke.

 

Simon Riley was a man long dead, 

yet somehow you revived me.

But that taste of warmth led to your end,

Another phantom that will always follow me.

 

I never thought I would say this, 

But bloody hell, I loved you, Johnny.

I’m so sorry I put you through this.

How I begged you not to leave me.

 

I don’t know if there’s a heaven, or if there’s a hell.

But wherever you are, please rest well.

Dream sweet dreams, and I’ll take it from here.

 

                                         -Your Simon.