Echoes of Olympus (Special): The Tides of Time

In realms where ancient whispers weave, Time's ceaseless flow we all perceive. Chronos, guardian of the years, Marks our joys and counts our tears.
With scythe in hand and hourglass bright, He guides the day, he rules the night. In endless dance, the moments blend, A cycle vast that knows no end.
From dawn's first light to twilight's gleam, He shapes the world, fulfills the dream. In silent steps, he moves unseen, Through life and death, through realms between.
He carves the paths we tread each day, In fleeting hours that slip away. Yet in his wake, he leaves a trace, Of wisdom gained in time’s embrace.
Chronos, keeper of the clock, He binds the soul with each tick-tock. In every breath, in every beat, His presence felt, his power fleet.
Through ages past and futures new, He charts the course for me and you. From birth to death, in time’s vast sea, We sail along, our spirits free.
In shadows cast by moments gone, We find our strength, we carry on. For in the flow of time’s great stream, We live, we love, we hope, we dream.
So heed the lessons Chronos gives, In every hour our spirit lives. Embrace the now, for time will fly, And in its wings, our legacies lie.
Thus in the tides of time we find, A map of life, both kind and blind. With Chronos as our guiding star, We journey on, no end too far.