In ancient days, when gods and men alike, Wove tales of might and valor, war and strife, A maiden, born of wisdom, bold and bright, Stood tall amidst Olympus’ towering height.
From Zeus’s crown, with thunderous birth she came, Athena, goddess of the noble name. With gray eyes gleaming, like the morning dew, She donned her helm and brandished spear anew.
No cradle rocked this child of mind and might, Sprung full-grown, arrayed in armor’s light. Athena, goddess of the craftsman’s skill, Protected Athens with unyielding will.
Aegis-clad, her shield bore serpent’s gaze, Her presence drove the foes of Greece away. In justice clad, her heart both fierce and kind, She guided heroes with a vision blind.
In tales of yore, her wisdom shone so clear, She taught great Odysseus to conquer fear. Through labyrinthine trials he did wend, Guided by Athena, loyal friend.
When walls of Troy fell to the cunning plan, ‘Twas she who whispered strategy to man. Her wisdom forged the way through fire and blood, Revealing paths that others never could.
In olive grove, she blessed the sacred tree, A gift of peace, prosperity’s decree. The people thrived beneath her watchful care, Their city walls stood strong, her presence there.
Her counsel just, her gaze forever stern, She tempered war with lessons men must learn. In courtly halls and battlefields of old, Her spirit shone in stories ever told.
And thus, Athena’s legacy remains, A beacon bright through centuries unchanged. The goddess of the mind, the heart, the soul, Her wisdom guides us, making mortals whole.
In marble statues, crafted with great love, Her form endures, a symbol from above. Athena, ever watchful, fierce, and wise, In mortal hearts, her light shall never die.
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