I dreamed dry Athena's dreams last night
Full of artifice and dreadful mechany
How sad the goddess must be today

With such hollow dreams to fill her sleep
No heart beating no messy life
She would I'm sure rather dream of victory
Descending from the heavens
To annoint the worthy crowns

But those days of simple victory
Battles with sharp edges
Are long gone from her
And dreams of men
Are more focused on devices
Than of lusty sin and vices