Fair friend of man,
Prometheus was,
Who brought them fire
An inspired the great holy wars
Fire came to earth,
With the Gods' own ire:
He was bound night and day,
for stealing the fire.
Prometheus lay shattered
As the gods watch in mirth
At a hungry bird
Checking his liver's daily growth.
Then the Son of Zeus
Hercules was his name,
Slaying the bird, he won
a round in that celestial game
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Promethus lies unbound
Free, yet still in pain...
The shackles are gone,
but the memories remain.
Nights are disturbed
by slivers of shadows
As niggling doubts
into nightmares flow
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Can time really heal
An unbroken heart
That was sliced into two,
Right at the start?
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