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I always wondered what happened to that famed statue of Athena in Ancient Greece....

Submitted:Feb 10, 2009    Reads: 232    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Marvel at my white lustre, do I shine?
People stand below me, their eyes
filled with awe at my appearance.
I smile, pleased.
Spear in one hand; shield in the other
I stand proud as tourists come
from far and wide to marvel
at my magnificence.
Here stands Athena,
all shall bow before me.

Tourists come and go,
I remain. Rooted
and stuck. My laced boots,
every bit as seemly as
clumps of marble. My flowing
toga, a brilliant white ivory.
I gaze far into the horizon,
at the setting sun. I long to see
the world and all her splendour.
Alas, I am but a statue,
condemned to stay here,
assaulted by the wind and rain.

Will there come a time
when my looks become weather-beaten?
My smooth alabaster skin; rough
and chipped by the cruel rain?
Apollo wise one, do you know?
Will no one come any more?
The only company I will have will be
the birds and bees
and memories long since passed,
but now lost in the past with
wars, wars, wars and dust.
Answer me oh godly sage!
You can't can you?

I am all alone now.


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