Athena, patroness of those of us intent and bent on drawing, from our sense, a train of syllables, felicitous towards earning an Olympic recompense; Athena, the supernal, dwelling there, yet ever condescending to descend from snowy mountain summit in the air, to stand before the ones whom you befriend; Athena, I trust it be not a fall, to step down from that high, immortal place, and guide your sandals to my study hall, and bring me lessons on poetic grace: the while to shade your features from my gaze, and thus not set my mortal self ablaze

Patroness · A Thousand Words