The eldest of twelve
Wields a helve
Made with flames of a hearth
As dangerous yet peaceful as the earth
Wants nothing but family and peace
In the land of Greece
Where the Olympians reside
In their thrones of power they wield with pride
But in the corner of shadows sits a flame
Forgotten like a myth but still there the same
Burns bright with pops and sparks of warmth, hope, and life
Some of which can still be found even in the afterlife
This flame is but a gentle being of serenity
And is said to be endlessly heavenly
This goddess is not like the other goddesses for she is but a mystery
She is not known for adventures or great feats as seen in history
This goddess’s name, Hestia is said to mean ‘the essence’ of nature
This name is still remembered today thanks to portraiture
Her appearance is said to be of a sweet young woman dressed modestly with a veil
Her looks in sculptures were made with great detail
Her facial structure was as beautiful as the flames of the hearth
While her eyes glowed with an orange red hue that resembled the earth in its stage of birth
Her dress gave off a wiping like sound as the wind blew the cloth around
Her golden accessories gleamed in the sun that seemed to be going down
As the darkness crept up on the world the only thing to be heard was the whistling of a songbird
A single flame sat in the middle of a hearth glowing so bright the stars looked blurred
That single flame never burnt out all through the night
As it sat there representing the hope of the world with delight
That single light was the remaining remembrance of one single deity
Hestia the lost and forgotten divinity
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Poems of the Gods
PoetryThis isn't going to be any big ol story of 100 chapters or anything, just little poems of whatever greecian theme i decide to come up with. If you like the poems i write and would like to see me try other forms of writting, just let me know. Thank y...
