Short Essay About Prometheus

“You send these winged creatures from the east of Greece to feast off of my liver?” Prometheus looks to the dank mountain walls nestled inside of the Caucasus Mountains and shouts, “Zeus, you will not kill me!” He hangs his head slightly, and watches as the two carnivorous scavengers stand in front of him flapping their broad wings as their white-colored heads bob back and forth, readying themselves to once again peck at his tattered, exposed, reddish-brown organ.Thestale metallic smell of iron wafts under Prometheus’ nose. The rightside of his naked body is stained red as blood trickles from thepuncture wounds made by his yellow beaked tormentors.

Prometheus wishes to sit, but every time that he does, the chains fastened to his wrists and ankles only allow him to form an obtuse angle. Prometheus sighs and stares at the scavenger that he assumes to be their leader, “There will come a day when you will not be afforded the luxury to partake in the sensual pleasures of the organ which neighbors my belly. I will not let you become an epicurean at my expense. Griffon vultures are not entitled to eat the flesh of a god!” Prometheus squawks at the vulture, and the vulture bats its eyes andextends its wings, and lets them stay firmly fixedas if to mock Prometheus’ inability to extend his limbs. “Zeus, unchain me!” shouts Prometheus.The command bounces off of the stone walls then dies where it started.

A dull ache forms on the right-side of Prometheus’s abdomen; he touches it and grimaces as he massages the tender tissues underneath his fingertips. The winged antagonist whom Prometheus challenged a few moments agosteps towards him, followed by his feathered colleague. Prometheus is not ready for another onslaught of pecking, bu...

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... should come up with. I will think,” Prometheus looks around to get an idea for a name but nothing inspires him, “I like my name, Zeus. A few names came to mind but they didn’t sound right.”

“Like what, Prometheus?” asks Zeus.

“Heseus or Promeus.”

“Zeus frowns his face, “I like the “us” part. I am sure that you will think of something.” Zeus extends his hand to Prometheus and they shake, “We will meet again one day.

“Yes, we will,” says Prometheus.

Zeus begins to walk away and looks to the sky again, ready to go home.

“Zeus, I have a name!” shouts Prometheus. Zeus turns to him.

“What?”

“Jesus. I will call myself Jesus and make a promise to man that I will never forsake them and will always speak on their behalf to help continue the future of mortals.”

Zeus smiles, “Yes. Have them believe in you first, because if they believe in you, they will believe in me.”