Thunder and heavy rain drizzles – Spirits
That roamed since Dusk, red Dusk,
Into the chill, despite the frost,
Strong, raw, challenging, undeterred.
Saw I Prometheus walking defiantly
In to the storm and tempest
For him Winter as of Summer be
And as of Spring’s felicity.
For us, humans, must we rise
To wise old Prometheus, to
His strength and prize
And bring new fires from Earth primeval.
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