02 Dec Athena

And the spear left her hands

As it flew across the sky

Swift like Lightning

lifted from within her palms.

Sparks had flitted towards her feet

Bouncing across the concrete.

She stood firm in her stance,

Having shaken down another soul.

Heavy and breathy,

Her heart would always race at this part,

As the point of her spear pierced

the demon’s breast,

It emitted a beam of light.

Recollecting quietly,

Reminiscing the moments

Prior to her Success.

Planted,

Like Nike, Victorious

with her chest lifted

And her collarbone strictly in place.

Carrying sash of Aegis against her flesh.

Traced in a surface of gold

Much like the gorgon’s

shimmering scaly snakelike skin

Embellished with the

Serpent Queen’s Severed head.

Returning to her

temple once again,

Is the position

she would soon reclaim.

Having fended off the

demons and darkness

for far too long.

She had stood

Fierce in her stance

Many a time,

Through many a war.

The great Athena,

The Champion of Heroes,

The archetype,

Had vowed to protect

The land lain out before her.

But, before the Mighty Athena

could rest her weary eyes,

She bowed her head

In mourning,

to remember and

release a prayer for those who

had surrendered or lost their way.

The Goddess,

Representing wisdom and strength.

Of justice and warfare.

Of Craft and inspiration.

Had dried her tears once,

And dried them once again.

She removed her Helmet and armor,

which had balanced the vibrant warrior.

So she could rest.

Because Home would restore her.

Because Home had implored it.

Taking steps to her throne

Where the light behind

Her had shown and glistened

Through stained glass

That had been mended

Into the walls of the divine hall.

She bestowed

the people with

Peace and Prosperity

through the leaves

of the olive tree that ruffled

In the breeze.

And for them,

Athena wound her fingers

To weave and spin

Such marvelous cloths,

To fill the barrenness

With sudden

Colors and textures

That overlapped the lack of inspiration

That would often come over time.

Upon seeking

Her protection,

The nation called

On her strength and courageous nature,

With wisdom and guidance,

through her eyes of gray and steel.

In return for her power,

The people showered her in

Sweet smelling flowers and Myrrh.

The wise owl

wafted his wings to surround her.

Her lips kissed

With Honey and Wine.

When hit by candle light,

Her skin glistened

In golds, ivories, and hues of blue.