Gina's Athena

She stands a broken statue of a queen A decaying stone crown for a soul The bitterness crumbling at her feet She was a queen once In some far off time before Trauma Before the thousands of battles The hordes of men Marching themselves between her legs Before the Trojans stormed her gates And burned down her heart. But Athena was friend to men Said to be the best of goddesses And this is the sigil Gina wears on her body. Her life is a graffiti scrawl across the name of a legend. She may seek Athena's acceptance. But rarely do goddesses consort with such demons.