Reignite - Promethea
The slowly imploding borders of an ancient empire,
lights flickering in a vast array of circuitry,
a battered starship adrift in the inky void-
our Church.
Yet, though the titaness is harried, old, and worn down,
shrinking, ridiculed, belittled, and cursed,
She is still strong...
A network of vast potential, seemingly obsolete and crumbling,
could bloom again with the radiance
of a thousand suns.
Break the yoke of lethargy.
Dust off the great gears.
Blow a spark back into her heart-
and shall we not soon see a great white flame
roiling out of the darkness
as the sullied bride
bathes once again
in holy fire!
1 October 2024
written ~9:40-9:51 PM CST
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