Zeus

Son was a wrapped-up stone
For the Titan to digest
No one was to take the throne
At the Mount Olympus crest.

A goat was a foster mother
But a king was meant to be
Time's child, the one forgotten
Foretold by Fate's decree.

War was soon to be declared
From Thessaly down to Crete
God of thunder, mighty ruler
He would conquer and defeat!

From Heracles to Perseus
Countless his offspring
Muses, nymphs and gods
Of them all Zeus is the king.