monarch of gods and daemons, and all spirits

but one, who throng those bright and rolling worlds

which thou and i alone of living things

behold with sleepless eyes! regard this earth

made multitudinous with thy slaves, whom thou

requitest for knee worship, prayer, and praise

and toil, and hecatombs of broken hearts

with fear and self-contempt and barren hope

whilst me, who am thy foe, eyeless in hate

hast thou made rein and truimph, to thy scorn

o’ver mine own misery and thy vain revenge

three thousand years of sleep unsheltered hours

and moments aye divided by keen pangs

till they seemed years, torture and solitude

scorn and despair, these are mine empire

more glorious far than that which thou surveyest

from thine unenvied throne, o mighty zeus

almighty, had i deigned to share the shame

of thine ill tyranny, and hung not here

nailed to this wall of eagle baffling mountain

when you succeed darling prepare to be

crucified on this desolate mountain crag

prometheus you were bound

there will come a time for us to be free

just because i’m losing doesn’t mean i’ve lost