Poem: Phaethon's Legacy

I wrote a new poem! But it might need a little context first:
"Phaethon" is a story from Roman mythology found in Ovid's Metamorphoses. In this story, a human named Phaethon learns that he is the son of the sun god Apollo and he goes to visit his father for the first time. Phaethon's dad offers to give his son whatever he wants and Phaethon asks to drive his father's chariot (Which actually causes the sun's daily movement across the sky), Apollo is upset about this because nobody else (Not even the king of the gods) can pilot this vehicle properly. Phaethon takes out his dad's chariot and rides it through the sky but it loses control and one of the other gods strikes Phaethon down. I read a poem about this where the tone seemed to suggest that the author finds Phaethon's audacity, in this case, to be arrogant and I disagreed with him. So, my poem is a response to him, Enjoy!

Phaethon’s Legacy
By Emma Probst

 
They claim it such audacity
that Phaethon held those reins.
Such arrogance to reach beyond
the bounds of mortal frame.

 
They say he lacked the wisdom
uncognizant of the risk.
Recklessly striving in vain to prove
his worth to indifferent gods.

 
What did Phaethon really think
as he reached to grab those reins?
He had to know that he would fall
shattered smoldering to the ground.

 
Yet Phaethon stood unphasѐd
ambitiously seeking his goal.
To steer that golden chariot
which only one god could control.

 
Phaethon knew this course may take his life
as he bid the horses to run.
The carriage veered wildly out of control
still he clutched, enduring his pain.

 
The gods couldn't endure such chaos
so they cast Phaethon out of the sky.
He died within his youthful prime
yet he lived a triumphant life

 
We are Phaethon's legacy
his tenacity worth reflection.
To hold on, refusing to compromise
until our ride comes to an end