Internet Book of Shadows, (Various Authors), [1999], at sacred-texts.com
Minerva I met Minerva just now near her tree Resting from battle Her helmet on her knee Hair tumbled on breasts Parted by brass, surrounded by steel plate Dark nipples glistened With dew-like sweat of war Pale arms quivering Eager for battle's harsh life-death embrace Yes! She said to me. Hell yes! she said. Get laid! Enter the battle. My Virgins serve me well, my son! Get laid! Let your juices flow! (She spit an olive pit) Get in there and fight! She gathered her pale skirts around her hips Stood, covering strong thighs Took her shield, sword, helmet With war shriek was gone 1888