“Sieve through those memories
Let only the pure ones pass
Others shall be banished
They’ll be thrown in hellfire,”
Athena commands,
the wisdom reflecting in her eyes.
With a helmet and a spear,
she’s the perfect warrior,
and someone to turn to for advice.
I ask, “Okay, let’s do that.
But would it change how I feel?”
“Your emotions are in your own hand.
If you will so,
so it shall.”
With that she was gone.
Left me wondering alone.
“If I will it,
Shall it be so?”
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