He just wanted the world to be warm,
did not know that we
would burn our cities to the ground,
that the smell of scorched skin would
assault his nose. He cried,
the benefactor of mankind,
for his creation was in flames
but oh, he still thought
they were beautiful,
and he was left to wonder
if finding beauty in the chaos
was his greatest sin.
- Prometheus and the gift of fire
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Falling Stars
PoesiePoems, quotes, and ten/six word stories. Mostly Greek mythology
