Echoes of Olympus: The Aftermath of the War

The war was concluded, the gods had won, But the earth still trembled, and the battle wasn’t done. The Giants lay buried beneath the earth’s crust, Their bodies still shaking, their power unjust.

Enceladus burned, his fires still bled, Etna erupted, as the gods’ blood was shed. Mountains rose high from the Giants' great form, Their bodies reshaped, a legacy born.

The earth moaned beneath, the sky still cracked, The Giants’ power in the world still tracked. Their bodies now part of the land, the sea, A reminder of the chaos, wild and free.

Gaia wept for her children, the giants she lost, Her vengeance now sealed, but her heart at a cost. Her army of chaos was no longer a threat, The Olympians stood, and the world would reset.

Yet deep in the earth, the tremors remain, The ghosts of the Giants, still causing pain. Mount Etna’s fire, still echoing their fight, A trace of their struggle, burning in night.

But the Olympians stood, their reign restored, And peace, at last, would the cosmos afford. The heavens were quiet, the world now at ease, For the Giants had fallen, with the gods to appease.