rooted in the cave of shadows
no sunlight only fire
children of the Tartarus
sit forever screaming
licking at the flames
nightly visions cold and dark
of death or knowledge
and which way to escape
no eyes shall ever pierce
the dark clouds of Glaucon
if it is not by their own will
to submit before Hyperion
breaking through the walls
blood and stone bear witness
the comfort of the pain
piercing through its absence
lighting up the night of terrors
former selves set ablaze
liberating shadows past
howling for the future skies
burning halo of the sun
turning tears of blood to stone
crying over safe return
to a time of simple innocence