Echoes of Olympus (Special): The Shadows of Sorrow

In shadows cast by ancient lore, Where whispers of the heart implore, The gods of pain and sorrow tread, In realms where mortals fear to tread.
Algos weaves a tapestry, Of aches that bind the spirit free, With threads of torment, grief, and woe, In every heart their presence known.
Oizys, cloaked in shades of night, Bears misery’s relentless blight, Her touch a weight upon the soul, In melancholy’s deep control.
Achlys drapes the final breath, In mists that mark the path to death, Her veil of sorrow, soft and grey, Guides spirits on their mournful way.
Ate, with chaos in her stride, Brings ruin, grief we cannot hide, Her mischief sows discordant fate, In lives entwined with sorrow’s weight.
The Furies, fierce in vengeful chase, For crimes of blood, their wrath we face, In guilt and anguish, spirits dwell, Their punishment a living hell.
Yet life persists through every tear, In strength that rises from our fear, In pain, a wisdom born anew, In sorrow, hope’s enduring hue.
For in the darkest depths we find, A spark that heals the wounded mind, Through gods of grief, we learn to see, The boundless depth of empathy.
So in this life, though shadows fall, And suffering may touch us all, We rise, endure, and ever strive, To find the light, to live, to thrive.