Ringed on the top of great Olympus,

By mature rays of golden light today and morrow,

Outstretched hands grasp for the summit,

Struggling, fighting, never coming close,

All stand in awe if Gods’ wraths are unleashed,

Blood flow down the rivers into the sea,

Peaks crumble under unmeasureable power,

Oceans drying with a touch of the hand,

Zeus, thunderbolt held outwards, a challenge to the brave,

Poseidon, from the froth of the sea,

ageless face wrinkled with anger,

Hades, death incarnate: never bowing, never bending,

Eyes lit with power not meant for mortal hands,

All screaming challenge to any who dare oppose them,

Their mere shadows tumbling cities,

Crumbling unbroken walls,

Burning unburnable things,

The Olympians shatter souls with a flick of a wrist,

Consider enormous armies with indifference,

And they still want more.