I see the helm of Tireless Athena, Wise-Eyed

With her thousand woven threads

That stretch down from the heavens-

Wisest Athena, I now praise.

Let me rest in the hollow of your shield

Carry me the last breaths of wisdom that I cannot grasp

And turn towards me your favor.

The uncertainty of my voyage casts me out

Far into the sea

A familiar prayer once again for your ears, I sing

“Grant me your blessing,”

Oh, Gilded One

Your tender hand which burns to violence

Sheltering those that beg your aid.

Rally the weak and flash away the strong-

My blood thrums with you and your rage

My gods’ arms encircle me as a shield;

But your spear is what I need now

To reach out beyond and strike down my foe

From the heavens like a plague of arrows

From the ground like the thorns of trees.

Sharp my wrath is, dulled by the blade.

Ares! Cut upon the reeds!

Make the rivers rush rapid through the ground,

Slick with the rains of your rage

And make few my sorrows with each strike

Of your spear, your bronze

How sweet the embrace of love proves to be.

How the lovers meet and with a kiss depart,

How tender your gaze is upon us.

But a mourning heart cries out like the dawn

Searching for the half of them that sets at dusk.

Aphrodite, your voice of laughter

There is a stitch upon my breast

And from it pours the wine of grief and longing

That red sea that surely you must know well

The sorrow of lovers, torn apart.

Sweet Aphrodite, tender as the sky

Please hear my prayer and my honey-suckled words

To bring my love back to me is all I ask

To feel my love with me once more.

And with my prayer I beg your aid,