Curse of Athena

Swept on the shore by the light of
The silver moon’s glaive
Creeping of dawn through the streets
In the rags of a slave
Once I was lord of this kingdom from city to sea
Now twenty years past the townsfolk
Are laughing at me
Crouched in the hut of the swineherd
I don my disguise
Faced with the kindness and questions
I meet them with lies
Dirty and smoke-stained I’m all
Shriveled flesh, gnarled limb
Touched by the hand of the goddess
My eyes become grim