Athena

In ancient halls where wisdom dwells, Where olive trees and serpents weave their spells, There lies a goddess, mighty and fair, With gleaming eyes and wind-blown hair. Athena, known to gods and men, Goddess of wisdom, art, and pen, From her father's brow, she sprang to life, Bearer of the Aegis, ending strife. In Athens' streets, her temples stand, Protector of the city, guardian hand, With spear in hand and helmet bright, She leads the brave into the fight. Yet not just war her heart does seek, In crafts and arts, she finds the meek, With steady hand and skillful grace, She guides the weavers in their place. Oh, Athena, goddess wise and true, With owl and serpent, we honor you, In olive groves, your presence known, As wisdom's light and battle's own. From ancient times to modern day, Your spirit guides us on our way, In freedom's name, in learning's quest, Athena, we hail thee, honored guest.In the realm of gods and myths so old, Athena, warrior maiden, bold, Known as Parthenos, pure and fair, Virgin goddess beyond compare. In temples grand, her name did ring, Especially in the Parthenon's wing. Karl Kerényi, wise in lore, Saw in her virginity something more.