Ares, he is the God of war, under the guise of Mars,
the glare of the fiery planet declares with a blare,
at the ready wreaking havoc among the heavens and the stars.
He bids farewell to his barefoot lover, Aphrodite
she shares a caress and her watery stare,
unaware of the fanfare, only their love and light.
As he prepares his enemies’ arena of nightmares,
the crowd dares he be careless or snared,
whilst the torchbearer douses his tool in claret to flare.
This message apparent, a battle to beware,
as harems spare no time serving a Victory fare.
no hairbrained ideas carefree of danger – AWARE.
The parent to women of battle, so rare
this daredevil is scared, as none compared
as they mount mares alar, bareback with care.
As strong, as he’s fearless, no area uncared for,
this career as a warlord leaves a legacy squared,
as the future of Ares, looks beyond the stars and lore.
This is a poetry play on words, containing 40 “ARE” words and depicting Aries, the first sign of the zodiac, as well as the father to the goddesses of battle (Enos) and discord (Eris).
Just having some word and myth fun ;)