Prometheus in stealing fire from Zeus
Resulted in much wrath of might above
Such daring deeds in consequence produce
A liver eating Eagle, not a Dove
Upon Apollo’s head was placed a wreath
An acclamation made without a sound
As symbol of perfection held beneath
Through myth and time, such legends still abound
O’er Mount Olympus ‘Vestal Virgins’ dwell
In chastity as keepers of the flame
Avenging hordes are oft’ times sent to quell
Lest ‘Spirit of Mankind’ doth soar again
In dreams mere mortals play on Hermes Lyre
When reaching heights as Angels do aspire
