Promethean

So Olympus is now no power

No full temple now stands
All ruins amid ruinous change
And where are these Gods
The mysteries; their furies
What libations now remain?
To water legends into breath
Light a new flame of truth
Athena sleeps into the ages
Though her work is undone
And Julian tried and failed
To rekindle the Promethean fire
That lies now in ashes of myth
Till a new temple is built

What you can do with wine corks, cardboard and old Jenga blocks. (A non-existent social life also helps.)