Literature
Prometheus
The rock is hard,
The sun cold,
The chains that bind me are massive and old.
All I did was bring safety,
Warmth,
Hope,
Light...
Now I lie here,
Day by day.
Chained to this rock,
Waiting for the feast to begin.
They swoop down,
Eagle talons spread wide.
Ripping out my intestines,
Lungs,
Heart,
Liver...
The plight of Prometheus,
I now suffer...
Only just for loving others.