"That's because His insomnia is permanent,"
You've read some mystic say.
Is it the point of His schoolboy's compass
That pricks your heart?
Somewhere perhaps the lovers lie
Under the dark cypress trees,
Trembling with happiness,
But here there's only your beard of many days
And a night moth shivering
Under your hand pressed against your chest.
Oldest child, Prometheus
Of some cold, cold fire you can't even name
For which you're serving slow time
With that night moth's terror for company.
Zeus punished Prometheus for stealing the fire was never-ending. He chained him to the Caucasus Mountains, where Prometheus was constantly attacked by a vulture or eagle who ate his liver. Each day his liver was restored, so the punishment never ceased. While Zeus intended for Prometheus to be on the Mountain forever, he was eventually rescued and freed by Hercules. 

The Oldest Child