and yet I am cursed with eternal suffering.
For I stole the bright light from the mighty Olympians
and to men, I bestowed forever honor and glory.
To the supreme gods, I offered fats and bones.
And nourishing flesh is my gift to mankind.
The chains were brought forth and the shackles are wrought
To the foot of the mountain, a god is bound.
From the anger of the mighty father I suffer the wrath
forever tormented but no salvation at hand
the mighty talons of the eagle cut deep and tearing
the blood drains and the innards are devoured.
I cry I cry, but for not I am but a god
Wailing for forgiveness, the echoes rang to the hills and beyond,
the wings would hide the sun from my face,
as the strong, sharp beak tear and gnaw at my breast.
After the unholy feast, the wound will heal
to bring back divinity, restored strength, and will;
but the torment is for me to bear forever
for tomorrow will come the curse once again.
Oh, savior, glorious, when will you come to my aid?
A mortal in birth but as a god, you will stand.
With a mighty bow in hand, you will prevail.
But your sanity will be taken and with blood in your hand
you will slay.
Free verse: Prometheus by Leandro Angelo Castro is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
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