The Wind, Eagle and Prometheus

 The Wind, the Eagle and Prometheus 

The Wind 

In realms where myths entwine with skies,

The wind and eagle share ancient ties.

"O majestic one," the breeze softly sings,

"Your wings navigate where no mortal clings.

"Tell me, as you ride the currents above,

What sights have you seen, what stories of love?

Do you chase the sun as it paints the day,

Or seek the moon in its silver-framed display?"

The Eagle 

The eagle, with eyes that have witnessed the earth's grand scheme,

Replies to the wind in a proud, graceful stream:

"I've soared over mountains and valleys below,

Where rivers carve tales and the forests grow.

"I've felt the sun's warmth upon my feathers' embrace,

And traced the moon's path, leaving no trace.

Yet, in all my travels, it's the wind I revere,

For it whispers of wonders, both far and near.

"It sings of lands where dreams take flight,

Guiding through day and into the night.

In its tender embrace, I find solace and peace,

As we traverse the heavens with effortless ease."

Together they converse, in a language unknown,

A bond between elements, silently shown.

The wind and eagle, a celestial pair,

Their conversation echoes through the open air.

Prometheus 

But in the tale of ages past,

Another legend’s shadows cast.

Prometheus, bold in daring plight,

Gifted fire to illuminate night.

With flames he sparked, from heaven's height,

To grant mankind celestial light.

The gods, enraged by his bold feat,

Chained him to a craggy seat,

Where the eagle, with relentless hunger's flame,

Pecked his heart, night and day, to maim 

As the wind swept through this craggy place,

It carried whispers of time and space.

To the eagle it gently spoke,

Of man's compassion, words it broke:

"O eagle, mighty in your might,

Do you see beyond this endless fight?

In your claws, a chained one's pain,

Do you feel the cost of freedom's gain?"

The eagle, with eyes of ancient lore,

Sighed as the wind its feathers tore.

"Wind, you carry the woes of man,

Yet free am I to roam and span.

"Prometheus, he who dared defy,

Bound by chains, condemned to die.

In my talons, I hold his fate,

A cycle of torment, a relentless state."

The wind, with a mournful cry,

Swept 'round the crag, up to the sky.

"Bearer of secrets, unyielding force,

Grant solace to man on his destined course.

"For within Prometheus's endless pain,

Lies the hope of humanity's gain.

Through his suffering, they learn to aspire,

To kindle their own internal fire."

So spoke the wind, in mournful flight,

To the eagle perched in sorrowful plight.

Their whispered words, a timeless tale,

Of human resilience, and hope's prevail.

The Eagle and the Wind, set Prometheus free

A great and generous gift to humanity 

Maxwell O’REILLY