Consider grand Prometheus, prodigious thief of flame.
We praise him: "savior", "greatest son", held in most high acclaim.

And yet I wonder if there weren't, some other nobler thief?
Some mother robbed of children born, some soldier wracked with grief,

with churning guts and choking throat, who called towards the sky.
For she knew, trapped within this pain, that she would surely die.

But knowing gods feel anguish too, yet live unending lives,
she crept upon Olympus, tall, and snatched away their prize.

And so her gift does nurse us yet, passed down through aged years,
So we might live through broken hearts, she stole the gift of tears.

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