Gold-Athena the Golden Goddess

A storm collides, with a mystic flame, It's raw force strikes, the last ancient Phoenix, She rival's in pains agony, falling to the earth below. The fire bird descends, crashing unto Mount Olympus, From burnt ashes residue, a new deity arises, Behold it is she, Athena the golden goddess. The blaze of hail's fire, burns through her finger tips, Thunder bolts strike, in aggressions anger, Wisdom's strategist, in the art of war. None compare to this battle hardened warrior, Patron saint of the gods, a heavy metal protectress, She is the iron clad maiden, guardian of the Grecian world. A shimmering silver shield of lightening, Blinds in a flash oppositions foe, Weildiing the double edge blade of justice, Her righteous might vs. evil's dark force. Doesn't the earth itself shake utterly, At her mere appearance. Blow the ivory tusken horn, oh mighty Nikey, Beloved symbol for victory, to vanquish thy adversary. Sitting on the left shoulder of Athena, as the clash Begins in Olympia, leave no Titan alive or unmangled. Through the haze's fog, a golden chariot appears, Pulled by Hades twelve black Stallions, breathing Hell's fire, with crimson eyes piercing the nights Dark abyss. Thus she is the master of this devils herd, a Golden Goddess Athena, striking fear in the Hearts of the foreign invaders. In the Greek pantheon, her valor is celebrated, And she is victorious on the behest of the gods. Pay homages respect to her, Athenian's, for she is, The Grecian image to courage and strength. Beware this golden goddesses glare, it is the rising Of the storm to come. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN