The Curator

She stared with eyes of gold

at a time considered far past old

A time of gods and monsters they say,

A time she had locked away-

Within her mind and in her soul

She could not go back although she wished

so she stared here at items once adrift

She collects these trivial things

To give knowledge to other beings

It shows a time that she sorely missed.

Athena, the curator for the museum

Would have much rather been at a coliseum

But she's a goddess out of time 

To her it'd be a crime 

To deprive the humans of this freedom

The freedom to appreciate and learn

The freedom others had wanted them to earn

But not Athena, oh no

no she had given it as a gift

hoping one day to heal their burn

She is the Curator, the one in charge

Bringing mystical objects in, whether small or large

She is the one unseen, moving in the shadows

to bring knowledge to those who need it she'd suppose

You won't know its her and thats fine,

just know she's rooting for you, she'll give you a sign