It was only a dream...

Countless moons have
graced our star-crossed skies
my Prometheus,
drawing chariots brimming
with your forbidden gifts
in their wake.

Whether borne of vengeance
or beneficence, it matters not.
You have brought to me
the warmth of the gods.

And I, your unlikely Pandora,
hold fast to my prize
as the winged scavengers
churn the clouds above
in pursuit of carrion.

These deeds, gilded in iron and salt,
will long outlive our fragile aspirations.
Neither our misgivings
nor our postulations
will be the stuff of history.

And yet my love,
as the stars wax and wane
oblivious to our intentions,
forsake with me
their burdensome fortunes.

Our redemption, in truth
lies not in their cold condemnation,
but within the vessel which
I offer you this pale night.

Come, my clever Titan.
Let us brave the uncertainty
of a final endeavor together.

For beneath your spark
and behind my clasp
can be found the singular
purpose of this struggle.

It is neither flame
nor any hope
But salvation.