The Snippets of Life

Chapter Two - Athena

She does not scream when storms arrive,
She is the storm beneath the calm
Where others strike with roaring pride,
She moves with thought, not open palm.

Her voice is not for empty boasts,
But battle maps and whispered lines,
She carves her will in marble posts
And teaches gods to read the signs.

Grey-eyed and grave, a watching flame,
She sees where swords would only fail,
She breaks no oath, she plays no game,
But tips the scale beneath the veil.

Born of mind, not womb or fire,
No cradle rocked her into form
She tore the sky in sharp attire,
A war born thought, divinely born.

She gifts the olive, sharpens blades,
She teaches peace, yet arms the meek.
Steel in silence-never fades,
A queen who need not raise her cheek.

And when the war horns start to scream,
She does not shout, she does not run
She lifts her spear, precise and clean,
And ends the fight before it's begun.