oh young Athena,
born with the light of the heavens upon you,
living a life full of honey and gold
with blessings from those above.
given a life of wonder
they've given you all you could ask for,
not knowing what they intended.
oh young Athena,
they built you for war,
but told you it was for glory.
their blessings turned into a sword and the knowledge of battle
and you knew no better
but to follow without a cross word to them,
for they gave you all you knew
and they could take it away if they so wish.
so you held your sword and fought their battles,
leaving no one against you.
oh tired Athena,
you've been their weapon of war since you could remember.
and oh how those above you were too blind
to see that their weapon held enough power
to cut them down and make them join their enemies
where they never dared look.
they asked you to fight again,
but you've had enough,
so you did what they never dreamed of you doing
and you silenced their calls to war
with their own blood.
oh Athena,
you aren't as young as you once were.
years of war have caused you to tire.
and after your rebellion against those
who graced you with blessings
only to turn you into something
of mass destruction and fear,
you have walked with mortals
away from the blood stained clouds in the heavens
and away from those who can no longer protect themselves
for their weapon is gone
and so is their security behind their golden thrones and palaces.
Athena,
you have beaten anyone and everyone
who ever crossed you,
but it's time to hang up your weapons,
put away all you've learned about destruction,
and live as though you were never sat among the tyrants from above.
you've won.