Phantom Pen

Perseus, with Athena's grace, Confronted Medusa, faced her face. With polished shield and harpe's might, He struck her down, in one swift flight. Bellerophon, on Pegasus high, Received Athena's aid in the sky. With bit in hand, the winged horse tamed, In heroic deeds, his name proclaimed. Heracles, in labors bold, Athena's favor did behold. From lion's lair to sky's great hold, With wisdom's touch, his tales retold. Orestes, in his darkest hour, Found in Athena's grace a bower. She saved him from the Erinyes' ire, And granted him his heart's desire. In Odyssey's weave, Athena's hand, Guided Odysseus across the land. From distant shores to home's embrace, Her counsel led him to his place. But punishment myths, with stern decree, Show Athena's wrath, for all to see. From Medusa's curse to Arachne's fate, Her justice swift, her will innate. In battles fought and quests untold, Athena's guidance, brave and bold. Patron of heroes, forevermore, In myth and legend, her name we adore. In times of war, where empires vie, The clash of gods fills the sky. The tale begins with Paris' choice, A golden apple, discord's voice. The fairest goddesses sought the prize, With promises and deceitful lies. Aphrodite's offer