Upon Vulture Hill

And here I lay,
A shameless scribe
Upon the hill
Of vultures live
The word of truth
Breathed from my pen
The flames of word
Shall be their friend
On cliffs and caves
In mills and groves
The fire burns
Lives to and fro
My dearest gift
My dear offspring
I do not fear
What vultures bring
Let Olympus burn
To give you light
Let smoke fade off
Into the night

Written May 2021

Based on the myth of Prometheus, who stole fire from the gods for his children and suffered dearly. Read his tale here.

Take me back.

Take me home.