In the stillness of the night

Unbeknownst to the gods of might,

From Olympus' hearth the guarded flame

Did Prometheus steal, not for his fame.

An eruption of fire from that tiny spark

To save the world from the gathering dark!

Alas, the Powers' ire did he bestir

A punishment unbefitting and severe,

But not a whit or second did he regret

This mischief the gods will ne'er forget!