Athena, No Gilded Song As Sweet

O sovereign warrior breathe smooth and calm! Love! O powerful love! O soothing balm! This age is gone, these thousand untold years what wisdom granted garnered by our tears; on this night, by the light of stars entwined held in my hand the softness that is thine. In womanhood esteemed and undefiled; warm ethereal eyes and a Piscean smile, patient wisdom, an intuitive gaze natural beauty regalness displays. Athena, what pageantry, no gilded song as sweet by words expressed but never quite complete. Empowered on the cusp of natal pride thy victorious face is magnified, lift this helmet, let fall the gorgon shield, run free upon the wet grass in the field, nations rise as quickly as they fade, Athena, protector of Greece, rest quietly in thy grave.