Banished from the heavens,

The Gods now roam the battered land.

Mathis God of air,

Delude God of fire,

Modan God of water,

Travel the vast time span.

In search of the four tablets,

To regain prestige, honour with longing power.

To make all minions and deities,

Bow down and cower.

Mathis glides across dark heavens,

Mortals look on gasping with fear and ore.

Modan skims across foamy waves,

Landing firmly on golden shores.

Delude engulfs a warrior with a jet of fire,

Who dared to deify his law.

Mortals scream in fiery agony,

Writhing helplessly on the floor.

A tablet is retrieved at the bottom of a lava ravine,

Shinning with a ghostly white glow.

Another stumbled across,

In the bleak coldness of the arctic snow.

Two Gods return to the heavens,

With tablets, power regained.

But for Modan and Mathis,

They must search hard and remain.

Constant is the threat from deities, minions,

Even powerful clerical scrolls.

The two remaining Gods transform,

Into wandering souls.

Disguised and diseased,

To fool the unexpecting city.

Until the power tablets regained,

Or Zeus takes heart or pity.