Futile

A Retelling

I know it was worth it
Even as the chains dig in
Impossibly heavy and cold
Rubbing away the skin.

I can hear it clearly
The Eagle's angry shriek 
Judgement passed without
Having a chance to speak.

As it digs its beak in
As my blood mixes with dirt
I can't help but wonder
Why his feelings got hurt.

He, a venerable god,
Threatened by humans, why?
He lives lifetimes untethered
And watches them die.

So with my last breath
I fill my mind with them
The poor, mortal souls
Those he would condemn.

But then, my eyes open again.

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Image: Unsplash - Liana S

This piece was written for day 30 of the Halls of Pandemonium challenge put on by Bradley Ramsey

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