The air could sense her presence
The earth could not
hold but reminiscence;
the glory of the warrior passing by
as the victorious sword
of Athena tore the sky
The birds would cry
the song of dauntless;
as the brave embraced
her scars like a goddess
The Gods above could not hold but;
looked at Athena with awe
The magic they'd been looking for;
was in an angel with devil's claw...

- dimira