Prometheus
by WhatAGoodBoy
Prometheus
Prometheus’s brought the gift of fire from above
That was his crime, and mine is love.
So he was stone bound above the ground
The eagle each morning come around
To rip his flesh as falcon tears the dove,
To hang from stone in agony,
Till the moon arise so lazily.
And every morn he is whole again,
The whole tragic cycle he will begin
As once again, on the Gods’ dark exercise,
The eagle comes to rip before his eyes
From his heaving chest aquiver,
Ancient seat of bravery, his liver.
And so I am chained to flinty ground,
With my own eagle coming round.
And is my crime the pride of man?
No, it is the love of a woman.
Inflected by my own foolish part,
The eagle dines on my broken heart.
And every morn I am whole again,
When I look upon the face of my dear friend.
But time must pass and day must end,
And my own eagle must again descend.
And once again I must endure the start
Of another night without my heart.
But the eagle bears no antithesis,
Towards our hero Prometheus.
The eagle does what eagles do,
They scavenge, hunt and raise a brood.
And for her liver is the meat
For which her nestlings learn to bleat.
But you, my fair Pesaphone,
With Hades dark and dank you dwell,
Upon that river so stark, so fell
That lies between our lives and hell.
With a half dead demon on the river Styx,
Waiting for his next big fix.
He holds you tight on Charon’s boat,
But for you he no longer cares a groate.
He only cares for things that are ill,
Nothingness which he finds in doctor’s pill.
Unlike my brother, Prometheus
I can break these chains when there is an “us.”
But you must take the leap of faith,
And come back from that netherworld,
To where our banner is unfurled.
And who’s to care for Gods or men?
As long as our hearts are whole again.
And you are one again on this earth,
And not waiting for some future new birth.
And from our chains, like Phoenix rise
Prometheus unbound, with joyful cries,
To rise into the shattered skies
And soar on wings made of his fire,
On waves of love, trust and desire.
So come now my love, come to the shore,
Ere the eagle come and from chest once more,
Tear out my beating broken heart.
It is yours my love to break or mend.
But never shall we two part
Until time has reached its bitter end.
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