God(S) Metacarpals

Oh I swear they will write ballads of how Athena whispered battle formations in my ear and Ares bloodlust ran through my veins, of how before I marched to war Persephone braided flowers in my hair while Aphrodite painted my face so my enemies made no mistake that I, a mere woman, cut them down in their stead...they will write books upon books that when I spoke the mount Olympus rumbled in accordance breaking the silence that buried my ancestors and how when I marched lightening trailed before me lighting the way...girls will gather round the fire and tell tales of how when Hades came for me I clenched my jaw and bore my teeth leaving no satisfaction of an easy death