The 12

Twelve titans to rule them all.

And all 12 had their fall.

Fretan by their own father the sons shall not seat the throne.

Arose from the prison which they fell.

Disposed by the thing he had eaten, The sons arose, un beaten.

From this came an angelic home one atop a mountain of stone.

For our ear the gods ask, to which man replies.

And to this day if you listen close.

You can hear this story of tragedy and hope.

Broken are necks of the 12 by which the rope they swen.

All of this over a decaying throne.