Curse Of Athena

Swept on the shore by the light of the silver moon's

glaive

Creeping of dawn through the street in the rags of a

slave

Once I was lord of this kingdom from city to sea

Now twenty years past the townsfolk are laughing at me

Crouched in the hut of the swineherd

I don my disguise

Faced with the kindness and questions

I meet them with lies

Dirty and smoke-stained I'm all shriveled flesh, gnarled

limb

Touched by the hand of the goddess my eyes become grim