M.L.S
Athena thinks she is so keen
But her wisdom can’t compare
Nor has Aphrodite ever seen
A beauty so pure and rare
And Hera thinks she holds the power
But, because of you, she is weak
And, Flora, Goddess of every flower?
How she thinks she is so sweet!
I smile at Circe, dark and light
With her witchy ways
Surely we are all in delight
As night gives way to day
Rhea, Mother of All things
You gave your titles away?
And now the Muse sings:
“Listen! Heed what I say!”
All of the Heavens open wide
Lighting, thunder, and rain
Each stands by your side
The goddesses begin to strain
The moment that you appear
They all behold another
It is you, whom I revere
My goddess and my mother
