It is on the battle field,
Where
each god holds a shield,
At
the other, looking viciously,
Awaiting
the signal to attack ferociously!
Ares,
Greek god of war!
Mars,
Roman god of war!
Both
gods of destruction,
Their
wrath makes choking combustion!
The
signal sounds,
And
the battle begins,
And
all around
Are
gods drinking gin.
Slash!
Thrash!
Cheers!
Jeers!
Both
are immortal,
And
so do not die.
Suddenly,
opens a portal
In
the middle of the sky.
Zeus
and Jupiter
Have taken
a decision:
“Each
would rule
In
his own way,
Whether
petty and cruel
Or
caring and loving play.
Let
them rule as should
And
aid would come if could,
Whether
they ask for it
Or
work with their own wit!”
So,
the battle ends,
And
the gods of war
Become
the best of friends!
And
from afar sounds their roar!
Now
they roam to destroy,
For
the world is their toy!
To
murder, burn and kill.
These,
they do with their utmost skill!
So
beware world,
Or be
set aflame,
For
Ares and Mars
Have
made you their game!
The world of mortals shall never beware.. It shall never learn that wars and fatal deputes are only destructing their own and nothing more.. The reincarnations of Mars and Ares in our daily life keep setting everything aflame either materially or emotionally.. Sometimes I feel it's a hopeless case.. Anyway, the poem is very lovely, and I heard the trumpet of war in the background.. Cheers... ^_^
ReplyDeleteWell, they say that the world will come to an end soon, right? :D As always, the Greek/Roman mythological world is always appealing! This is when it all started with the tradition of the bards telling stories and poets setting these stories to poems. The rhyme scheme here is awesome! There is that musicality to it which adds to that sense of foreboding! From the first line, the reader is engaged in an experience where the atmosphere is building up. Even after the battle ends, the drama shifts into another gear.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I love the word 'combustion' :D