The Eos Of Prometheus
Come now the dawn atop prisons cold rugged jag.
Shackles sworn from on high bind this goodly spirit.
Torturous inflictions of thee, thus mild Prometheus persists.
Immortality now rages to suffer the eagle’s taciturn stare.
Oh daughters of Okeanos come now and whisper unto me thy words so fair.
J. Allen Wilson © 11-2007
Kathy
its stark and spiritual. ..
wonderful~
ness
Love and blessings!
Susan
God Bless,
Lew