Echoes of Olympus: The Rise of the Titans

In the cradle of time, where Chaos had waned, Gaia and Uranus together reigned. Born of their union, the Titans rose, A mighty lineage the cosmos chose.

Yet fear gripped Uranus, a shadow deep, Of Cyclopes' craft and Hecatoncheires' sweep. To Tartarus’s depths, he cast them in chains, Where darkness eternal binds and remains.

Gaia, enraged by her children’s plight, Sought vengeance to end Uranus’s might. To her youngest, Cronus, she gave her plea, “Strike him down, and set them free.”

A sickle she forged of unyielding stone, A weapon of power to claim the throne. With courage fierce, Cronus obeyed, And against his father, his hand was swayed.

The stars recoiled, the heavens cried, As Uranus fell, his power denied. From his blood, as it met the earth, New beings arose, of terrible birth.

The Erinyes emerged, with vengeance ablaze, Avengers of justice in shadowed haze. The Giants stood tall, with fury untamed, And the Meliae bloomed, their grace unclaimed.

Thus, the Titans claimed the celestial throne, An age of might, their power alone. Born of rebellion, of blood and strife, They forged the path for the gods of life.