Eight Gods

In realms unseen, where whispers weave a song,

Eight deities to whom the ages belong.

Not carved in stone, nor bound by mortal hand,

But in the essence of the very land.

I. Anya, Weaver of Dawn

First comes Anya, with eyes of nascent light,

Who chases shadows from the fading night.

Her brushstrokes paint the canvas of the east,

With hues of rose and gold, a welcome feast.

She wakes the slumbering birds with gentle chime,

And sets the world ablaze, one ray at a time.

II. Helios, Charioteer of Sun

Helios, crowned with a burning diadem,

Rides his fiery chariot, a blazing gem.

Across the heavens, his coursing steeds take flight,

Bringing warmth and life with their radiant might.

He nourishes the fields, and dries the morning dew,

His golden gaze observing all things true.

III. Selene, Mistress of Moon

When Helios wanes, Selene takes the stage,

A gentle goddess cloaked in twilight's gauge.

Her silver orb, a beacon in the dark,

Guides weary travelers with her gentle spark.

She lulls the world to sleep with whispered sighs,

And paints the night with dreams in starry skies.

IV. Gaia, Mother of Earth

From fertile womb, where life forever springs,

Gaia, the Earth Mother, her bounty sings.

Her emerald cloak, adorned with vibrant bloom,

Shelters all creatures within her loving room.

Mountains rise, her bones, and rivers flow, her blood,

A nurturing cradle where all things have stood.

V. Zephyrus, Whisperer of Wind

Zephyrus, fleet-footed, with wings of air,

Carries whispers of secrets, everywhere.

He dances through the trees, a playful sprite,

Bringing fresh scents of flowers, pure delight.

He stirs the sails of ships on open seas,

A gentle nudge upon the changing breeze.

VI. Poseidon, Ruler of Waves

In depths unseen, where corals kiss the tide,

Poseidon reigns, with trident by his side.

His roar commands the waves, a fearsome sound,

While playful dolphins in his court are found.

He guides the ships through treacherous, churning foam,

And guards the secrets of the ocean's home.

VII. Hephaestus, Lord of Fire

In fiery heart of mountains, deep and grand,

Hephaestus, the smith, with hammer in his hand.

From molten metal, he forges works of art,

Weapons for heroes, tools to play their part.

Volcanoes erupt, his breath ascends in smoke,

A testament to creation's mighty stroke.

VIII. Thanatos, Guardian of Sleep's Embrace

Thanatos, cloaked in shadow, ever near,

Whispers lullabies, dispelling mortal fear.

He guides the souls of those who've reached their end,

To realms unseen, where journeys transcend.

Though some may fear his presence, cold and stark,

He grants a peaceful slumber in the dark.

The Weave Unseen

These eight divinities, a woven thread,

Hold the fabric of existence overhead.

Each plays their part, a force both fierce and kind,

In the grand tapestry of life we find.

From dawn's first light to final, restful sleep,

The Eight Gods watch, their vigil ever deep.

So next you gaze upon the rising sun,

Or feel the wind whisper, its playful run,

Remember those who guide our mortal way,

The unseen forces shaping every day.