Echoes of Olympus: The Fall of the Titans

The skies did tremble, the earth did quake, As the war of the gods began to wake. Zeus, the storm, led the charge on high, With Cyclopes’ thunderbolts to pierce the sky.

Beside him stood the Hecatoncheires, Their hundred hands, like titanic fires, Raining boulders, a fearsome storm, Shaking the heavens, breaking the form.

The Titans roared, their power immense, But their numbers dwindled, their will grew tense. Cronus, mighty, feared the tide, His reign of terror could no longer hide.

For ten long years, the war did rage, Each clash a fury, each strike a cage. The Olympians surged, their might unbound, With weapons divine, they shook the ground.

Zeus’s thunder, Poseidon’s trident, Hades’s helm, each power rampant. The Cyclopes’ craft, a gift so grand, Shaped the tools that took a stand.

The Hecatoncheires’ fury, unmatched, Rained upon Titans, their forces dispatched. Briareus, Cottus, and Gyges’ hands, Brought destruction, their power unplanned.

Yet the Titans, fierce, refused to break, And with each clash, the heavens did shake. But the winds of fate began to turn, For the Olympians’ flames did brightly burn.

With one final strike, the battle did end, Cronus fell, the Titans to descend. Into Tartarus, their doom was cast, Guarded by Hecatoncheires, their reign was past.

The skies did clear, the earth did heal, The Olympians stood, their triumph real. But the scars of war would long remain, As the Age of Titans faded in pain.