Burning Darkness

All the light was taken away.

There were no footprints to follow,
only whispers spreading hearsay:
it was carried deep into the mountains.

Icy wind cut through layers of flesh
and bit into white bone,
wild beasts constructed of shadow
and crimson eyes encircled our tribe,
but we foraged for crumbs, stale and moldy.

We bartered our souls,
became hollow creatures,
who chain their young
to rocks like discarded carcasses
for the vultures to feast upon.

Our sacrifice pleased Prometheus,
for us, he forged flames from the darkness.

We carry this orange glow
burning paths of our own,
searing heresy from the earth:
the light will not return.