Her hair flowing down in black curls,

her eyes as bright as the stars in the night sky.

She is the goddess of strength and passion.

She is Athena.


Though a legend and immortal,

she comes in different colours.

Whether wolf or bear of slave or queen,

she's everywhere and faithful.


She may be the homeless girl,

you see across the road.

Or the man on the bicycle

who fell over on the pavement.


She is Athena.

Goddess of the future, goddess of the past,

goddess of faith and world.


By Lauren

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