They sailed over my head all day;
Those wispy heirs of Styx.
And ’round the trees their Brother made
His swooping, devilish tricks.
He tied the timber up with thread,
And after all were bound,
Like puppets on a string he flailed
Their arms absurdly round.
Then wildly upwards did he roar
To where the titans docked.
He flung them from their anchors,
And before them, hulking, stalked.
Eerily, they changed in strength;
Shape-shifters of the sky.
Hauled along by veiled lengths
Of rope lashed to his thigh.
His fits of rage and tantrums led
Him all about the valleys.
Pulling close behind him all
He’d tethered there so madly.
He never noticed all the pairs
Of eyes which swiftly scanned
The sky with sudden fright as shadows
Swept across the land.
Earthly souls were twisted with
A fear that he did lack.
For though their eyes were surely open,
All the world was black.