My Athena

Every man has his Athena or longs for the true soul-mate. This is my version of Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom and victory in war.




"Calmly, majestically, she walks. She enters where the 'gods' gather. The dark clouds vanish leaving a bright light to enter the hall. All eyes are set upon her, every soul desires her. Robed in sand and sky, followed by her entourage she makes her way to where there is water flowing. Her black tresses, her skin bathed in milk, beady and slightly protruding eyes that drown anyone who look into them, she gives a smile as she looks at me. My heart melts and cries a soft whisper, "Oh the gods have put Cleopatra to shame." I realise she is royalty, I cannot return that bright and cheerful smile. Yet, with a gesture of her thin, beautiful hand, she beckons me. As I am walking towards her, my heart stops beating. Hands shivering, I feel something trickle down my forehead onto my cheeks. I stumble right before her. She leaps forward to hold me. 'Zeus' rises looking on in disbelief and I, quickly break away. Swiftly I move out thinking of events that had and will occur. "I am not worthy of her," I say to myself. I turn around and she stands gazing upon me like a Greek goddess. She runs towards me calling out my name, asking me to stop. With a mixed and heavy heart I come to a halt. I can feel all eyes are set upon us, their venom flowing abundantly. I turn around again. This time with a fervour I had never known. She stops in front of me. I put my hand into hers. Looking into those intoxicating eyes, which soon water up I resolve never to let go of that hand from this moment on. And like a Greek goddess she walks out with me, head held high, leaving all in disbelief."