She met him when the world was new;
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
and severed it from the skies' primordial embrace.
Disheartened by his suffering,
she wept for forty nights.
Her tears filled the rifts in the earth
and water rained upon its surface.
A breath of life overcame the deserts
and forests grew green
and his burden softened.
She wept until the grasslands grew
and rivers ran where her tears had poured.
The more she nurtured the Earth,
the more she eased his burden.
As she cleansed the sweat from Atlas' brow
Mother Earth was borne unto the world.