There Was Prometheus Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There Was Prometheus



There was Prometheus
Wandering with
Red eyes
Where be you wandering
Aged hero now
Out in the storms nocturnal
And the rain and winds
That whistle sharp?
Wander, wander
In the nights if your Soul
Restless be
When you stole Fire.
But that was altruistic
And annuls the theft:
Fire had to be stolen
Necessity ah! how we
Forget it
And why
Why look you to the stars
And in your eyes are
Drops of tears?
He spoke not; but pointed
More to the stars
The winds whistle around
The more
And darker the night
Frowned.

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