Athena, No Gilded Song As Sweet Poem by Captain Cur

O sovereign warrior breathe smooth and calm!
Love! O powerful love! O soothing balm!
This age is gone, these thousand untold years
what wisdom granted garnered by our tears;
on this night, by the light of stars entwined
held in my hand the softness that is thine.
In womanhood esteemed and undefiled;
warm ethereal eyes and a Piscean smile,
patient wisdom, an intuitive gaze
natural beauty regalness displays.
Athena, what pageantry, no gilded song as sweet
by words expressed but never quite complete.
Empowered on the cusp of natal pride
thy victorious face is magnified,
lift this helmet, let fall the gorgon shield,
run free upon the wet grass in the field,
nations rise as quickly as they fade,
Athena, protector of Greece,
rest quietly in thy grave.