Prometheus

The story of Prometheus and how he was dealt his terrible fate

Oh great Prometheus, how he suffers!
The wrath of Zeus stretches far below
How Prometheus is chained to a rock
High in the towering peaks 
Of the mighty Caucus Mountains
There, an eagle plucks out his liver
If only one could hear the echoing screams
As the bird tears and pecks with shrieks
When the bird has had its fill, it leaves
This gruesome scene of blood and parts
Prometheus lays on the rock, barely alive
Crying and gasping for every single breath
Night comes and both a miracle and curse
Happens upon our poor old Prometheus
The wounds stop bleeding and the liver
Regrows and cures the agonizing pain
But Prometheus sobs even harder
For when day comes, the cyle continues
And his liver waits to be plucked again
So how did it come to this tragic fate?
He, a titan, a champion of men
Looked upon so highly by fearing mortals
But a conscious gnawed on his brain
How could a hero not better the lives
Of these poor, unfortunate souls
Prometheus saw what needed to be done
And stole the secret of fire from Olympus
Then gave it to man; empowering them
Zeus discovered of this treacherous act
And his tantrum brought forth a storm
His screams of red caused booms of thunder
He yelled Prometheus's name and decreed
That he be cursed for all eternity
To suffer a horror without any mercy
Punishment for giving the mortals power
A power that would lessen their fears
Of these angy, power hungry gods
And Prometheus was cast down 
From the heavens of Olympus 
So that he may serve his horrid fate

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