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themed on the trajedy of tragic heroes, symbalizing the greak myth of prometheus. |
| Prometheus’s torment A man paces the perpendicular Of every other life, no song To utter his sleepless torments, No sleep to forget them Yet the temptuis Hades Would send forth all manner Of lustful dreams, only to Remind him once more Of his consequential life. His mind imprisoned within A clostrephoicle cube, Pressured down like the Soils origin, his last breath Could not deny what He longs to forget but not atop the mountain Where all deeds Are written in stone. He will live among the Lone-scape of his own doom Chained to his past, unrevealed to The naked eye, yet still there Hidden from indigence The tragedy of our loss, is that It is not our loss, but his, and In doing so he has secured our Fate but also his own. |