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Cry of Prometheus

Posted to Action Poetry




=written before i knew anything=

The night is so young
And it mimics your face,
The only one I dare to admire anymore,
Myself in Us.

My eyes are now opened
And I am awake,
The cold sweat upon my brow reflects undying horror,
The sun explodes.

Oh children of Hell’s bed
Be strong and hold fast,
Live justly and truly and none will blame you,
I’ve found my way.