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Promethean Promise

- Promethean Promise -

The titan writhed in agony, not physically,
But in ways only old gods, can bestow�
And he remembered his pain so intimately!
He promised himself to cause their woe�
But the old gods died, and he lay forgotten.
His torment becoming a rampant madness,
Until his soul was eaten away, grown rotten.
Enough, had he, of wallowing in sadness�

He had been the bearer of forbidden flame!
Humankind discovered where he did dwell.
And to make the old gods weep for his pain,
He showed man, the true depths of his hell!
But they were dead, those gods of antiquity,
And could not quiet the rage that he bore�
Their spirits could only watch him so silently.
At last his fire was spent, cold to the core�

Unbound, was his tether, as man did pay,
The cost the gods were not there to cover.
And so come the seventh old celestial day,
He made a bargain, to become the lover�
Of Death herself, in return for but her kiss!
For only in her arms could he know peace.
She wanted souls, in return for such bliss�
And souls he gave her, his pain unleashed!

She shared her charms,
And he died in her arms.