A quiet begging

Dear Athena, hear my prays. The great essence of my agony, Bless with your glory. Wisest goddess of them all, Doesn't my voice reach to you from the crack in this cold wall? Dearest, the epitome of strength, Lend me a single thread of that. Beyond this half-made life, let me take a breath. Take me to your land, Before I see the dance of death. With your understanding Sharp as a blade, Guide me toward the shade. Blessings come along with tears. Each drop purifies our fears. Far away, the celestial music of spheres, Fills my ears, trembles like a warning. Does it mean your godly appearance is here? If that trembling means you are near, If this light means I'm chosen, Then let me Let me spread my wings away To the far away... -Zeynep İlayda İlhan