Prometheus

Then shall I say I could no other do? That fate beyond divine compelled my act? That like a bird on wires my mission flew? But that's a game of words, and not of fact. Full well I knew how best to calm my mind, From huddled suffering to avert my eyes; To on Olympus joy and music find; To drink ambrosia where but pleasure lies. But one must do one's math across the all, To give one's scope of thought a greater room; And even as a god, my part was small: 'Twas choice, and not a fate, that sealed my doom. And if the cost has been both life and soul, The gift has value far above its toll.