Prometheus, O Prometheus

Prometheus,
O Prometheus,
Your enchanted doom,
The catalogue of woe,
The narrative of heroes
Punished for their crimes,
The thief of fire,
The friend of man,
The god who cared.

Prometheus,
O Prometheus,
In the ancient days
Lost to myth,
The first creator 
In a world 
Often critical 
Of innovation 
But envious 
And covetous 
All the same,
Such essential madness,
To shape such leisure,
To increase the complexity
Of conflict,
The ease of ease
Tolerated but shared
Reluctantly.

Prometheus,
O Prometheus,
Chained to a rock.

The end.

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