Heat,
more heat.
I strike, strike
and strike...
To bid Zeus command.
For I, Hephaestus will create the ultimate gift.
For I, Hephaestus will create the ultimate curse.
She shall roam the world.
She shall capture hearts.
She is the all-gifted.
From her the race of womankind shall emerge.
From her all misery shall emerge.
For she, she carries a jar...
I, Hephaestus made.
Her I, Hephaestus made
by blood, by sweat, by fire and clay.
The fall of Epimetheus she will be,
the fall of man she shall become.
By her and her alone
the earth and sea shall be full of evils.
Greed, vanity, slander, envy and pining,
they shall be unleashed.
Yet one remains locked,
hidden...
Hope.
A contest entry
- Mythology... by Hecate616.
300 points, ended February 15, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Not hard to guess who "she" is, is it?
Comments
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WOW! just wow! Amazing write!
I loved this stanza
The fall of Epimetheus she will be,
the fall of man she shall become.
By her and her alone
the earth and sea shall be full of evils.
it just caught my eye more than once.
best of luck in the contest!
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Thank you
Appreciate the feedback.
Noticed a few misspellings...corrected now.
I am content that you liked my poem...
hope others will enjoy it as well.
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