Pallas Athena

There you are, the navel of the world
  oh with your Etruscan face
      facing the sun,
ordinary to all
     brown eyes only not grey, just
 hiding your fire
         a lamp in the well

  will we roll you
        up a character, how
      do you want it?
not fair that you have all the strength,
       dexterity, and charisma

i make a saving throw
   against your dark archery
         eyebrows,
  and precious lips

          your laughter is a
special attack
      your clever hands with
             red nails
have the dweomer of goddess
               light

you are
       the adventure