It’s okay to steal the flame and run
From gods, a-hunting down audacious
Mercy given, gift of heaven,
It’s okay.
It’s alright to burn your fingers,
Singe a little, give a little, carry some
To others colder, further back from fire,
It’s alright.
It’s fine, I think, to bend the rules, apply
Some tender leniency, pretender to immutable,
Withstanding all is fair in love and war, they say,
It’s fine.
Who will be Prometheus, provoke with daring,
Chased by thunder, run the gauntlet,
Be the warrior who casts the dice where risk and life
Are prize, those lives unknown,
Emblematic titan, punished, ridiculed, symbolic,
Messianic martyr for the mass,
Where carried torch, ignited gift, though stolen,
Given too, the drive a greater need to give
Than to survive.
It’s okay, alright, it’s fine to steal
The spark bequeathed.
With forethought,
Feed and favour,
Fan,
Now keep it lit,
This legacy.
scottishmomus 