godess

Glory, Honor and Wingless Nike, have from years fled,
they walk around the Athenian roads pretending to be dead.
They abandoned the gracious Acropolis since the old days,
what these Goddesses can give, today nobody takes.

A daughter in the woods created a sacred circle,
she burnt a mix of herbs and she was holding an amount of myrtle.
She called the elementals at the corners until the dawn was coming,