~ HestiaA Poem by~ A real goddes of fire...
~ Hestia Her warm hearth
burned cozy The sparks
crackled and shriveled the wood In reach of the
arch of the ether Her heart burned
also eagerly And the sparks
danced in circles She didn't need
to provoke But all the good
happened around her invisible Power of being
her pure self Honored by Zeus
as a sister Her silent
wisdom was to reach the equal They brought
offers to her, in sign of respect Above her aura
to rest before or after a travel Her warmth
welcomed one, in good and bad conditions Evolved grace by
her simple power of just Being heavenly,
also loved and honored by the folk Her large
insight in architecture and her abstract visions Builded and
layed in the arms of Prytaneions realm Where men gave
her the eternal flame and kept her warm But even how
hard they tried to enter her spirit, or soul She made a well
based humbled promise To be and remain
pure as she was forever ~ Elisa Laura © 2013Author's Note
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