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Beneath a bruised and thunder-laden sky,
In a desert where the silent shadows lie,
Minerva stands with lifted hands on high,
Unbowed before the storm’s unblinking eye.

She turns the thunder into living flame,
From wrathful skies she carves her name.

Her glowing eyes cut through the ashen night,
White fire burning with forbidden light,
The winds obey her ancient rite,
As clouds bend low before her sight.

She turns the thunder into living flame,
From wrathful skies she carves her name.

Around her coil the serpents made of light,
Whispers of wisdom in their endless flight,
No fear within her, only sight—
She weaves the storm with sovereign might.

She does not flee the fury overhead,
She drinks the storm where lesser hearts would dread,
From shattered skies her art is fed
Adversity crowns her instead.