Yet she ask for three…..
What did she want that brought her to now?
How could she have done this knowingly somehow?
The twinkle of the night that gives the souls rest.
Is merely the journey that which predicates her test.

She came here this time thinkingly brand new.
Never knowing, that her youth was no measure of the things she should do.
It started off easy, just the way it should be,
she was scarred at two weeks, given away at three.

From then on, it was peaceful, or at least for a while.
Time was spent learning how to love and be appreciated…..
the necessary formatting to be prepared for future trial.
For then the first lifetime began to take form,
and beatings and sharp weapons, along with alcoholism and guns….
taught her the  ways of the earth into which she was born.
She saw life it’s harshest as she wrestled with men,
that life was then like this
beyond the age of eight or ten.
At sixteen she did wonder how easily it had past
and begin thinking life would become easy
but this too didn’t last.
And Artemis married Apollo’s brother and the next step was in place.  Yet it was one more stepping stone, a block toward the last.
For then she was married and next came the kids.
They subtracted greatly to her world of conflicted ridicule,
added freedom, independence, confidence, and peacefulness that had she never yet known.  Still again there was knowledge which brought about
the second great change
for life and direction as this individual was now family.
Her path never to retrace.

For most this would end it… one death and rebirth,
but the story is not over and her time not completed on this earth.
The beatings began again after nuptials and this time the pain,
was stronger and did change her, and she would never resemble Aphrodite again.

The final blow left her knowing that she too, was alone in a world of people who hated what she was to do.
Being born a great artist, with a mind that couldn’t stop thinking was a bad combination of two.
The shelter was the water which forged her might strong.  As she longed for the death her winter grew long.
And the education of books for provision became her true song.

Moving with family her spirit didn’t see, a future she agreed to out of the desperation of Prometheus’s smudge.  Her spiritual path quickly was altered from teacher and story teller, to that of one who would know.  For life has more secrets.  Those that people should not hear, except for the few who can not live their lives their own way  
while among us they walk quietly normal to the they rest they appear except by their talk.
Life passers may wonder why it appears she does know the answers that rake so through their primary soul.  But do not ask of her too frequently.  You must allow her to go.
Her salvation is her weakness and every veering from her has to go.
She has chosen the path that might kill her, toward this she does blindly flow.
Her heart ever painful with the weight she will bear,
her pact not with Satan, for worse was her assignment…. And now knows she the truth
and the reason is clear to her why the Tree is not still here.
For if all the authenticates  were finally told… then man not of goddess would crumble and fold. For Pandora’s curios knowledge is a price paid in full.
Her flight melts her wings and burns in her own quest. It is not enough just to heal.
Her soul is at test. And the test is of resolution.
And every question must be answered there is no allowance for a miss.
To the mind that doesn’t stop questing is an only.. final kiss.
The sweet reunion with her Father, and first Family. To this all her foremost.
This woman you may know her, alive but revealed only to the few.
Some will seek her, others will hate her for the truth in her eyes.  
For she knows what is around her and to the one who looks too deeply
They too can see the allotment they choose to ignore.

The second death dying.  More painful than the rest.  
For every crutch and passion is prohibited her for the test.  
Her battle not won yet is greater than the pain.
And she too is timorous that this freedom she will not gain.

The stripping of humanity from her very own soul is the only thing left and she must conquer it grandly to finally reach the conscript noble plane.  For the path of Atheena is one that can only be journeyed through the true war of the earth.  And each impurity she brings with her in battle will be her own wound…..  Though it is death that she does again seek.  But, death of the body doesn’t soothe her it is her soul that must die, and again return to the firmament that was the originating dirt for her life. The breath of spirit finally leaves from her and returns to her whole.  The final completion that reunites her with Brother, Mother, Father and Other so that in that final millennium she will finally repose.