A Modern Prometheus

I have dreams of a god and,

The wonders that lives inside his heart.

Their silent treatment of the elderly, now broken

That I knew were once whole.
 

Suffering is the price for the arrogant one

Who sought to see the depth of mortal life

And only found a poor world 

Suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds 

Of steel and brutal gladness

Home is a dream to the nameless man

Bound to the mountains of his childhood

Looking down on valleys full of the decaying remains of deer and kings

While the carrion bird lustfully feasts on his liver

From the gods perch he sees half frozen people

Huddled for warmth around a blaring fire

A fire brought to them from a long forgotten god

The wind and ice pelting already pain wrecked bodies
Bodies gnaut with hunger for salvation that will never come

Weep for the gods have abandoned us