All names subject to change in this space time language and traveled custom.
There once were sisters that lived long ago, daughters of the west, their bright mother Venus, their father he be Atlas; above the clouds beyond the mountain top you could see where they danced around giant trees. There they lived in Hera's orchard, all the nymphs, Athena, Aphrodite too. There in this orchard of variable crop grew golden apples guarded by Ladon, the serpent none other. The place where Athena would feast on wisdom and warfare to her delight above humans in her preternaturalism.
Hera you see she was a bit jealous and knowing in trust, truth and family, and pissed off at Athena she would often be. High on her horse Athena would ride not knowing her betters had arrived. To ruminate as only an immortal only can, to imagine a great lesson plan, Hera watched above as Athena's children marched to their own drum to the detriment of the young.
The old witch crow
spun upon the mountain tops
whistling symphony's ion
her mother's tongue
"Thanks to be God and praise be"
if it is Gods will they See.
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