To the rock of his Muse he bound his soul. He’d stolen Fire from the Gods to shine a bewitching byplay of light and shadow on her carven cheekbones, to reveal the glinting onyx of her irises, to gain just one glimpse of her renowned beauty. Chained to her mountain by the finest filigree of Love; filar and grano, the spun grain of his Muse’s hair, silver and gold, he lay, splayed. With his every struggle, he only bound himself tighter to her mica face polished by countless eons of sun and ice. A tawny eagle named Desire each morning tore out and ate his heart. As the morning wore on, his body grew a new heart, and his chest knitted itself back together. The pain was excruciatingly pleasant. Under the noonday sun, the blazing light reflecting off the glittering mica overwhelmed him and he lay in a white void, with only his Muse hard beneath him to provide a sense of presence. As the day wore on, his heart began to beat once more, and his defiant smile returned as he gazed into azure eternity. This Titan, forethought incarnate, did keep his Muse’s flame fed, and his Love endured, undiminished by each day’s passage. This rogue God, bound to his Muse, would endure this pain for 30,000 years for just one more glimpse of his Muse’s countenance. His eyes, bluegrey like the sea, twinkled in secret joy.