Athena’s Magick Garment

Athena’s Magick Garment

Athena, magick garment sought to make.
My true love asked the goddess for a cloak.
Was woven from that thread as black as night.
Spun from obsidian by secret means.
The spirits in volcano spin and weave.
This thread they spin is woven into clothes
they wear when to the underworld they go.
Thus clothed, their ghostly visage disappears
behind the fabric wove from lava rock.

She asked for garment wove from inky thread.
Would wear it down to Hades to inquire.
Of midwife, doula, of her time of birth.
Astrologer, to question, riddle gave.
As answer to complete predictive chart.
Specific date and time to analyze.
In giving birth, her mother having died.
Once fell unconscious, never did revive.
Her mother, fleeting moment, could not bear.
For endless sleep, would wait to spend the time.
The doula, only one to know the hour.

Conversing with the spirits in their world.
Would not confer if living they believed.
If they perceive that you, alive, are there.
No mortal could obtain the thread they use.
Athena sent the Raven on a run.

“Obtain their thread by subtle means, direct.
In any case, the thread you must retrieve.
If spirits catch you, lava they will throw.
The presence of the living does enrage.
Their jealousy of blood that through your veins
still pumps, and pneuma, breathing, you possess.
They would the lava hurl as projectile.
So fly with haste, maneuver in the air.
Rocks burning, flying, hit you, they will kill.”

The Raven for Athena did retrieve.
In talons sharp, as maniac, he flew.
The thread for my love’s secreting disguise.
She never told me question she did ask.
Unto astrologer, the time submit.
She asked a question I would never know.
Was unrequited love I felt for her.
The question she would never ask of me.