Prometheus in Love

By Samarth Bhatkar

Did you think I was Hermes dipped in lies?

Or Apollo crowned with jewels in the skies?

I was a bandit, a trickster covered in dark flame,

Prometheus, a titan whispering your name.

Olympus I scaled with wish and a torch in hand,

Violated the will that the Olympians had planned.

Not for humanity this time, but just for you,

It felt like a cold day in hell that only heaven knew.

You ruled my soul like Persephone in bloom,

Hypnotized me into following you into the gloom.

Your presence made Elysium pleasantly sing,

Your silence was loud enough to break the titan’s wing.

Like Icarus, I soared towards the sun too near,

The statue of trust crumbled in sudden fear.

Like Atlas, I was punished to bear the weight,

Of loving someone that the Moirai didn’t dictate.

Every dawn, the eagle feasts on my liver again,

Chained to a rock in Caucasus in unending pain.

I’d give the gods my hearts too if they desired,

Though it would leave me eternally ruptured.

For every myth I suppose is just a pure guise,

Of men who purely loved and paid the price.

And for me it’s carved on my liver, core:

You needed me but you craved much more.

By Samarth Bhatkar