Pens in the Sea

prometheus

The finger stays firm in the trigger,

Though the damage has been done.

The rust that stains the hands,

Drops as he trembles.

The crows and the vultures swarm about,

And he sees the doom falling down.

Guilt pecks his insides before they can get to him,

The caws mocking his fate.

Sing the sweet birds do,

Sing the sirens ring.

Flicker the eyes do,

Flicker the lights do.

Trapped in a besides himself,

In a dark place.

Where is the fire to guide the way out,

The eternal leader?

The fire that rages on the body,

Eagerly licking at the smoldering bones.

The fire that consumes his eyes,

Feasting on the human flesh.

Long life does not come easy,

There must be death to flee.

Flee as he might,

The crows peck his insides.