All know the story of Olympus

Few know the mountain throne that never was.

Demigods and mortals conspired

Only to learn the wrath of the gods.

No manmade mound ever stood

More proud, more green, more broad.

Men managed a godly act - Built high

Until rivers flowed and storms took the sky

Generations contributed lives to the vision

Dreaming the marvel of Mount Ozarcus

All through, Olympus’s gaze was persistent

A growing mountain that reshaped a continent,

Pulled a shoreline into a great gulf reefs,

Drawing renaissance of idol-worshipping chiefs.

The gods let them build these centuries

Only to sear the memories

What destruction such defiance wrought.

It was shattered to the last rock.

Now all is left is an enchanted forest

where demigods hide in the rubble

And prey on those seeking refuge

From the shade of Mount Olympus