I Sing Of Wise Athena

I Sing Of Wise Athena
© Surazeus
2024 03 10

Revered Athena, Goddess of my Heart, 
who haunts dreamless caves of mountains and seas, 
running through forests in valleys and hills, 
I follow you exploring this wide world 
so I can learn from you how to transform 
stones into cups and swords with blazing fire. 

New born with wisdom of the singing sea, 
I spring from your indomitable head 
with dreadful spark of passion in your eyes, 
just as you sprang from head of Father Zeus 
with flash of lightning in the storm-black sky, 
for I am your immortal soul in flesh. 

Your bright dark-piercing eyes forged from old stars 
shine clear with glorious wisdom of the sea 
to cast thick veil of fearful gloom aside 
so we can blaze new signless road of hope 
through monster-crowded forest of despair 
to build safe haven by deep lake of eyes. 

Sky goddess who descends from mountain peak 
with blazing torch from lightning strike of Zeus, 
teach us to fight with graceful elegance 
in martial stance of courage and bold trust 
so we defend our secret paradise 
where our children play among apple trees. 

With reverent joy of loyal fortitude 
I sing of wise Athena, glorious goddess 
who sprang from head of Zeus with sharp-honed spear 
to howl with courage of the challenged soul, 
urged by true love to fight with focused faith 
against cruel Gorgon to protect our home. 

While fierce winds blow across the wine-dark sea 
and stir deceptive waves with heartless rage, 
Athena battles monster of the deep 
with graceful leaps, as if on eagle wings, 
and tall Hyperion stops swift-footed horses 
to cheer when she stabs Gorgon in its heart. 

Alert on flat-top pyramid of stones, 
Athena slices Gorgon into steaks, 
which I roast over writhing flames of joy, 
so everyone may feast with happy hearts, 
then, while Phoebus plays Mercurian lyre, sing 
grand hymn to celebrate our noble queen. 

Revered Athena, savior of our city, 
courageous daughter from wise Triton born, 
parade with golden armor and bright helm 
that gleams with halo of the morning sun, 
as we raise cups and drink Dionysian wine, 
while Zeus gazes at his daughter with pride.