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Jerrilynn

Inclement Crescendo

Hera smoothes gray blankets o'er Olympus
The Titans ready their mighty drums
Their rumble shakes the Mount to its core
Yet this is only their warm-up, a mere rehearsal
Setting the stage for a majestic performance
The Gorgon Sisters mold ominous thunderheads
Passing them along an assembly line to await
The mighty blast of breath that will launch them
They gather above Demeter, puffed with arrogance
A sharp nor'easter forged by the fans of the goddesses
With a drum roll, Zeus takes center stage
All is quiet, the fans reduced to a mere whisper
The King raises his clenched fist to the heavens
Aiming carefully, he looses his Arrow of Light
The winds howl, the drums crash, the humans flee
Vainly seeking shelter from the wrath of the gods
Impish laughter resounds from Mount Olympus
Zeus applauds his minstrels, taking his final bow
Draped in robes of azure, he exits, stage left.