Above the clouds the reigns, omnipotent, bright,
Thunder rolling softly, dawn's gentle light.
From lofty Olympus the watches plains,
Justice in de hand, the law he ordains.
The storms he commands bend to mercy and grace,
Rain falls where the parched earth begs embrace.
He honors oaths, crowns the noble and just,
A father of gods and men, guardian to trust.
God of Storm and Wrath
Lightning lashes, a jagged knife through night,
Mountains crumble beneath his blinding might.
Kings tremble and cities fall in his wake,
No plea can sway the fury he makes.
His jealous heart strikes mortals and kin,
Love turns to fear when his wrath moves in.
The skies convulse with unbridled rage,
Even Olympus cowers before the storm’s stage.
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