Zeus cast down his ancient bolts of lightening
Like stars across the sky gleaming; whitening
Shatter the earth for the skies withered to grey
Alas! The Titans appear for battle for the fray
Bloodshed’s stench crept through every wound
Crimson stained waters reflected to the moon

Hades burst from the core with black sand
Death in his pocket; unleashed on the land
Crunching, crackling on the mangled bones
Snickering arrogantly to only himself; alone
The Titan of the waters rises with her waves
Smites the Gods down to their watery graves

Neither God nor Titan stays alive to say
“I was victorious in my squabble today”
The Fates arise from their bottomless depths
“We severed the twine; planned their deaths”
Power turns The Fates to narcissistic witches
With a cut of a string, so hasty life switches