surely something or t3xture
made another one:
Through halls of flame where the sky's secrets lie,
Young Phaëthon climbed, with fire in his eye.
But Phoebus cried, “These fires obey not men;
Turn back, lest ruin strike the world of men!”
Yet hubris, like Icarus before, deafened the youth’s ears,
And he rode the lightward road that ends in death.
(did get chat gpt to change the last line to rhyme better, otherwise all me)