ii. atlas
He resides on the far end of the world in a cave beside the golden apples’ tree,
Paying for his mistakes and bearing the burden every man would rather die than carry.
His arms are weak and tired, his body worn and his eyes empty,
Stuck with living out the rest of his immortal days in never-ending agony.
He cannot escape from his punishment and let the world end although he wants to so, so badly,
For he is bound by chains meant to withstand eternity.
There is no rescue, no heroes left to fool into carrying his timeless tragedy.
He is Atlas, the bearer of the weight of the worlds, the titan trapped in eternal misery.
