Legacy

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.

 

Jealousy

Jaloused plot,

titanic children dead,

repeat the crime,

anarchic ruler led.

Justify in words

all those who bled,

resurrect in actions,

then undead.

Almighty hand that smote

with fear and dread,

usurped by child,

cosmic control inbred.

Disquietude and envy

gods forced and fled,

ruled by one,

warrior from his head.

A game to play

while blood still oozes red.

Beware all jealousy,

so pride is fed.