Hemlocked Heart

Goddess, Who revealed her hand to protect the great Alexander,
Who is never blindly loyal to men, but to their proven character,
Who turns battles without reinforcements or provisions, midwinter.

Goddess, Who stands beside victory with Amaltheia’s Horn,
Who is forgotten when her gifts flow freely, making men reborn,
Who is degraded and disparaged, ungratefully, when tides turn.

Goddess, Who guided Timotheus in the fickle Aegean Sea,
Who favors the bold and devoted, earning them the title “lazy”,
Who’s blindfolded eyes sweetly smile or instill terror on the free.

Goddess, Who raised cities and persisted through untold ages,
Who’s never sought judgment, weaved fate or locked birds in cages,
Who gifts are a blessing strong enough to challenge prewritten pages.

Goddess, How do I receive your guidance before I am hard pressed,
How do I move from the well when its the only place I can rest,
How do I praise you when I’ve lost the path towards your request.