Once upon a time there was a girl,
Who they should have called Athena,
For she was true and wise,
They trembled at her might.
She ought to be called Artemis,
For she was dark and beautiful as the night,
Her arrows were silent,
But she never missed her mark.
They should have called her Helen,
Even though whole nations vied her,
She belonged to no one,
She was divine for a reason.
They should have called her Pandora,
She was ever curious,
And never afraid,
She meant to open the Box.
She should have been named Persephone,
Who went from putting flowers on graves,
To becoming Queen of the Underworld,
She was never taken.
They should have called her Medusa,
For her stare could turn to stone,
The bravest heroes quivered,
At the mere sound of her name.
She should have been called Aphrodite,
As she loved with all her heart,
She saw the beauty in everything,
For she knew what true beauty was.
They should have called her Cleopatra,
She was a Queen,
Who ruled an Empire,
That had once belonged to men.
They should have named her Isis,
They should have called her Valkyrie,
The most daring warriors,
In the face of danger.
They should have called her Nyx,
No one saw her mystery,
Like a dark blanket,
Under a canvas of stars.
She should have been named Lilith,
A fallen angel,
All things dark worship her,
For she is the Queen of Hell.
That girl was like them,
She should have been given their names,
For she rose,
From their ash, dust and shadows.