A dark poem about a false being who lives in a world that he hates in every possible way. |
-Prometheus- by Keaton Foster Odd boy Made man Fire outside Rage within A tidal wave of shame Within a sea of hate In his presence you must never be If you somehow find yourself near Dare not stop Dare not look his way Decimation is his only game His only conceivable way The odds are in his favor His rule is king Obliteration is how he lives He knows nothing except ends He is a soulless being Lacking any and all ability to care He does what he does Regret plays no part He is unconcerned God dares not whisper his name The devil is equally afraid He is a mortal beast Made into an impossible creep Prometheus is his name Or at least That is what he calls himself I'm sure that his real name Is something quite worse Why he hides behind another name Why he plays such a dangerous charade Must be his way of escaping The true normality Of his lifelong predicament His namesake Was titan turned thief Made into a hero That lent fire to humankind They built fires to fuel their need Ashes many have since become Only the modern day Prometheus Is the one who concerns me And certainly should concern you He uses fire to burn As many of you as he can alive He is no hero Only a villain Only a monster of a human Living via the identity of another Challenge him if you dare With great caution I declare If you upset his ways He will burn you in place He will destroy your life Then he will decimate your soul After he is done Doing what he is sure that he must He will take your ashes And bury them deeper then sin You will never be found Your soul will never escape Imprisoned in the ground Far above and below Any God's reach He himself in time will die But until then Many others will by his hands Will he go to Heaven or Hell Will God forgive his ways Will the Devil claim that Prometheus's evil is just too great Such ridiculousness I will not speculate But until one or the other decides I fear that he will live As a seemingly immortal being Who hates all that is And most of all his very being Odd boy Made man Fire outside Rage within A tidal wave of shame Within a sea of hate Dare not stop Dare not look his way Decimation is his game His only conceivable way Prometheus is his name… Prometheus Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |