Athene has deceived me
She’s made me wait
in the soothing springs
The swordfish with fins
pierced my throat
The blood choked me
I fell In the dust
My clothes cluttered
about me
And darkness covered
my eyes
(c) mbsaaka/2024
What you are to me, must you ask?
Then let me say and say it well.
In the past, you once wore a mask,
a face of what I could not tell.
Then, like a god, you take to task
my proud conceit cloaked in a shell.
Today, intense and raven-haired
with wisdom fit for Pallas Athene,
you are the souls that seldom dared
to be the friends who've never been,
the confidantes with whom is shared
my hope of things that's never seen.
Now, like the Atlas map and chart,
you're a compass to guide my paths
through hopelessness that filled my heart.
And so, life's trials and downdrafts
are less severe because you part
my sea of pain so I can laugh.
The depth of darkest night houses my out spread wings.
Ruffled feathers about my neck are fluttering.
No villain can come within the range of my eye.
No bat or hare can flee far enough once I spy.
With a screech instilling fear, downward do I plunge,
after running prey both too old and, oh so young…
or with stealth and deadly silence will I ascend
to bring a scavengers end to the rodent kings.
Yet, will I lead you on to glory?
Or claim to tell a different story?
Ah yes, I may..as I am wise.
Leave this life, release your ties!
Athene awaits my return,
Fly with me, see, learn!
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