Sonnet for a Heavy Head

wearing thorny crown no more, the split
with rosy is difinitive; no one gains
as much as i from what these pangs elicit,
brazen as a bond who's burst his chains.
and i now free to rage will crucify
the churlish hobbling strains of your old dirge,
and sing a new song, lilting, with an eye
toward becoming yet another demiurge;
but for the future symphony i plan
on taking several lessons to account:
with woman, never trust her song to man,
for man has never turned to much amount.
   so with the wisdom that my new self found,
   i have become prometheus, unbound.