The mighty Titan, the thief who brought us fire
A benefactor for mankind
Who challenged the will of the gods
Suffering eternal pain chained to the rock
As the eagle swoops unkind.
From altar of Prometheus in the sweet smelling grove
The torch race passes by.
The light it flickers ruby red or regal gold
Lighting the way, giving warmth and heat,
Aiding the cook and also the tyrant
As on the wing the eagles cry.
By Linda Prince
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