Prometheus
I’m running at the top of my speed
Branches are stinging my cheek and
Rocks are digging into my heels.
Making me wince
Gasp gasp
I need to hurry
Before its dawn
Before HE notices
Paranoia
NO.
I need to calm down
I cant believe I’m doing this
But its what I believe is right
Branches are clawing at my clothes, dragging me back.
I MUST do this
His rage is a thing to beware
but its for the good of my men.
Yes, yes. A few miles more.
Zeus doesn’t understand, they need this
This ball of safety
And ill be safe away from the Olympians… safe away from Zeus..
That will chase away the
monsters and the cold.
Yellow eyes stare at me from the green darkness
I’m trying to run faster.
I may be immortal,
but I still get cramps
The night is dark
Think! Think!
How am I going to give this to mankind?
How… it doesn’t matter
All that matters right now
Is that I run
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