Chiron was the son of Philyra and Titan,
He was created half-human,
While his back-half was equine,
Best-loved of the centaurian line,
Abandoned by his mother in all haste,
His form regarded by her with distaste,
But although his future had seemed dim,
The god Apollo adopted him,
The god generously revealing
Such arts as music, prophecy and healing.
Chiron, when he was full-grown,
Became locally well-known
For his outstanding healing skills,
And tireless help in curing ills.
Tragically, he was wounded severely,
Struck by a poisoned dart that nearly
Felled him to the ground outright.
Such was his dreadful plight
That, unable to relieve his pain,
He wished not to his life retain,
But he was an immortal born,
Soul from body could not be torn.
Then leader of the gods, great Zeus,
Thinking he deserved excuse,
Granted him the right to give
His life to let Prometheus live.
Prometheus, thankfully unbound,
Released the gift of fire he'd found,
While Chiron lay in peace at last,
Into legend promptly cast.
C. A. Cooke
in, "Favourite Legend"
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