Prometheus

Silence...

there isn't even the faintest voice in the far distant.

Ignorance is ever persistent.

It is as if our life is without life

and all troubles cause no strife

yet we remain to notice the violence.

Restrained...

for even the voice within is tightly shut.

All this tension in life is easily cut

for a cold desolate place is where

it is frosty and callous, with no warmth or care,

yet this cruel life will never be explained.

No one will hear you.

No one will listen to you.

No one will even speak to you.

It is beyond the grasp of all.

It is beyond the comprehension of mankind.

It is beyond the reach of any known mortal.

Bitter...

a silent solitary creature dwells in this area,

shivering and quivering, pure hysteria

from the chill that seeps down its spine.

It feels its will slowly resign,

yet this creature is not a quitter.

Drained...

unable to escape it's prison of living,

nature is not forgiving,

for warmth there is a never ending quest.

It only wishes now for rest

yet it lay awake, frustrated and pained.

Will there be someone to fight

who will bring fire?

Like Prometheus who stole light

to take to our world from a place higher,

but bringing evil along when used for war.

For the fire will dissolve this place

and all its contents will be hurled.

Its inhabitants will be consumed by the blaze.

Prometheus ruins our world

as one by one we are burned and left to rot.