Wrath of Zeus

 Wrath of Zeus 

The wind and the Eagle joined their hands 

Released Prometheus from craggy lands 

A punishment undeserved for defying the odds 

His gift to humanity, stealing fire from the gods 

In Olympus, where thunder meets the sky,

Zeus, with lightning, vows, and cries,

"O bolts of power, heed my command,

Punish the one who defies my hand!

"The eagle bold, with daring flight,

Defied my reign, embraced the light.

Released Prometheus, a daring feat,

Deserves the fate of a humbling defeat.

"Break his wings, let him feel the pain,

Let my wrath flow through thunder's reign!"

But as Zeus's commands echoed loud,

Cunning Fate, a different destiny vowed

For in a twist, fate's cunning scheme,

The lightning bolt's piercing gleam,

Struck not the eagle soaring high,

But a pilot's heart, reaching for the sky.

Wings of metal, not feathers spread,

Yet lightning's wrath struck and bled.

In a cruel twist of fate's design,

The pilot bore the eagle's sign.

Zeus's fury, a misplaced aim,

Striking a heart, a human frame.

The eagle soared, free from harm,

As the pilot faced Zeus in alarm.

A tale of irony, in the lightning's dance,

A punishment misplaced by chance.

For the eagle soared, released anew,

While the pilot's wings sought to renew.

Grounded, his heart beats racing fast 

Like thunder flash, gasping aghast 

His final act, to save his crew 

Landing before thunder struck anew 

Zeus's might, a force so grand,

Yet fate's design, beyond man’s command.

The eagle and the pilot intertwined,

In the lightning strike, their destinies aligned.

A story told of skies and might,

Where Zeus commands the bolts of light,

But in the end, fate's whims unfurl,

In a lightning strike that changed the world.

Maxwell O’Reilly