I am Prometheus, bound to my words, while you, my crow, devour my heart.
I am Prometheus, chained to contrition, while you, my accomplice, accept stolen fire.
I am Prometheus, lashed to a legend, while you, my raconteur, transpose paladin and pariah.
I am Prometheus, standing before you, hair singed with sacrifice, fingers charred with circumstance, the mortal smell of potter’s clay caked upon my soul.
I am Prometheus: creator, thief, and penitent.
Can you promise to be Hercules and free me from myself?