In ages old when dawn was young,
The heavens roared, the earth was wrung,
Titans and gods in wrathful dance,
A battle born of vengeance, chance.
On Othrys’ peak, the Titans frown,
Primordial might, their ancient crown.
Cronus, their king, with scythe in hand,
Ruled with fearsome iron command.
Yet from below, the thunder cried,
Olympus rose, its gods defied.
Zeus, the son of storm and flame,
Led forth the host, in power, came.
With thunderbolt and lighting’s lash,
He cleaved the skies with fiery flash.
Poseidon raised the seas in rage,
Tidal fury, nature’s cage.
Hades called the earth to part,
Shadows dark and cold of heart.
The Titans fought with strength untamed,
But slowly, their bright essence waned.
Atlas bent beneath the sky,
As gods above claimed victory high.
Prometheus, wise with foresight keen,
Betrayed his kin for what he’d seen.
Ten years of war, the earth did groan,
Until the gods had claimed their throne.
The Titans bound, beneath the earth,
Their rule now ashes, without worth.
And so the skies and seas took peace,
The reign of gods would never cease.
But in the deep, the Titans wait,
Their ancient hearts still burn with hate.
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The Royal Octopus 