The Power Of Zeus

From The Vast Farmlands

To The Peaks Of Mount Olympus

Mortals And Gods Ready To Retire

Awaiting A Fresh Canvas, Sky Aflame With Fire

Zeus Lifts Himself From A Throne 

That Drifts And Reforms

Stretching Out His Arms, 

His Veins Like Lightning

Crackling With A Slow-Build

In A Swift Motion He Lassoes 

Cumulus Clouds In Line

Binding Them Tightly

With His Stratus Twine

With The Sky All Cleared Up, Vast And Bare

He Pauses—Stillness Hanging In The Air

As If The World Itself Held Its Breath Tight

He Readies To Prepare For Night

The Light Begins To Strain Within His Grip

Gold Starts To Fade At His Fingertips

Amber Bleeds Slowly Into Burning Red

Daylight Collapsing, Nearly Dead

His Fingers Tighten—One Final Sway

And The Sky Begins To Give Away

And Then—It Breaks—

The Darkness Spills In Velvet Waves

Pouring Deep In Hidden Caves

Collapsing Into Night

And Zeus, Just Then, Releases Form

His Breath Still Warm

His Throne Reforms In Nimbus Cloud

The Night Is Reborn

He Blows A Breath Of Stars Through The Sky

The Constellations Began To Form

A Peaceful Night From The God Of The Storms