Born from Cronus' belly, a titan of might,
Poseidon, the earth-shaker, the lord of the night.
His trident, a weapon, both fearsome and grand,
Could summon the storm, a tremor in sand.
He rode on the waves, his chariot a shell,
His steeds, white-maned, with thunderous swell.
The ocean his domain, a kingdom so vast,
From sun-kissed shorelines to depths never passed.
He cradled the islands, and calmed the sea's wrath,
But anger would rise, a storm on his path.
For Poseidon was fierce, a god of the deep,
His wrath unleashed, when mortals did sleep.
From rocky sea-cliffs, he'd send forth the tide,
To drown villages, and cities he'd hide.
His power immense, a terrifying sight,
The sea his reflection, both dark and alight.
He tamed the wild horses, a gift to mankind,
For horses of fury, on earth he entwined.
He built the walls of Troy, a city of might,
But loved the mortal nymph, Amphitrite's light.
From his union a son, Triton was born,
With conch shell and trident, a power to adorn.
He ruled the sea-life, in coral and kelp,
From sirens and mermaids, to creatures that yelp.
But love had its sting, a bitterness deep,
For Medusa's gaze, Poseidon did weep.
He cursed her with serpents, a monstrous display,
A goddess turned monster, to haunt him for aye.
His rage and his love, a constant refrain,
A god of the ocean, with both joy and pain.
The earth's mighty tremor, the wind's salty sting,
Poseidon, the ruler, of all that would sing.