I was the thief in the shadows, Reaching for a light I never owned, A fire meant to warm the world— But in my hands, it seared through bone. Prometheus knew the weight of chains, But mine were forged by blood and name, Bound not to rocks but to a place Where love was given in the shape of pain. I was given this marble heart. Heavy, cold, unbreakable. At least that’s what they told me, Like it was something to be proud of. Like it was a weapon. Not a weight I’d have to carry. The echo of a sinner crossed. A spitting image of vengeance lost. Fate’s cruel hand carved me in stone. Cursed to
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