Echoes of Olympus: The War of the Giants

The earth shook and trembled, the heavens did roar, As Gaia’s revenge marched from the depths of the floor. The Olympians knew this battle would test, Their reign of the cosmos, the ultimate quest.

Zeus called to arms, with his thunder to wield, The gods took their places, the battlefield sealed. Poseidon with trident, commanded the sea, Apollo’s arrows flew wild and free.

Heracles stood, a mortal of might, Fighting beside gods, bringing them light. Athena, with wisdom, guided the fight, She planned with precision, their victory in sight.

But the Giants were mighty, a force untamed, With a power that could not easily be named. They stormed the heavens, they struck at the gods, Each clash was a battle, each blow sent a shock.

The Giants grew stronger with each passing hour, Their bodies were chaos, their minds filled with power. The ground would split, and the seas would rise, As the gods fought on, under crimson skies.

Poseidon’s trident cleaved through the earth, Summoning floods, shaking the turf. Zeus hurled his lightning, his thunderous cry, And the heavens themselves seemed ready to die.

Yet the Olympians held firm, they stood side by side, For if they fell, the world would divide. Their strength was unmatched, but the cost was steep, In the battle for Olympus, where no gods could sleep.