Tuesday, 5 June 2012



O, Poor Titans!
Where did your might escape to?
You had your son, Prometheus,
A wise soul, diametrically different
From your quarrelsome selves

For love unselfish, dear Prometheus
Stole red flower from Jupiter, King of Sky and Earth,
All this trouble for man!
Poor Prometheus had his liver devoured by vultures
Chained to a rock day and night
No greater love was demonstrated as thus.


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