Athena / by Ashlee Bissonnette

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.