The rills of time run underfoot Through dark and secret passages And I have loved you like the stars Shining on the midnight brook Where mountains black in silhouette Grace the setting bloodlet sky An eagle from the painting fell And took the world from you and I. Deep underground the stalactites In caves scratched out by Persophone Are formed of salt from fallen tears Dripping in the pool of Lethe But anger fires my hollowed soul And the only salt is that from sweat Like statues of tormented souls I cannot cry lest I forget. The mountain eagle spreads his wings Safe within the chamber's fire But Heracles will shoot him down And then the world forgets a while The distant pain and suffering Until the hour comes around The slave girl with the child dies And Prometheus is once more bound.