Poetry Entry 5: A Poem for Ares


Hail and let me sing of Ares
He of oiled bronze and sharpened spear
He of city center turned to smoldered ash
Against the sky as reddened gash

Lo, he comes as Miaiphonos
Savage as a misplaced tongue
Khrysopêlêx and Enkhespalos
Honours for the old and young

Bitter tonic of the righteous
keeper of the mortal blow
Ares Andreiphontês
Cursed words towards mine foe

With your favour you deliver
Nike’s wreaths and laurels bound
Like an arrow taut from quiver
Your wrath released without a sound

Hail and let me sing of Ares
God of war o’er sweat damped breast
Have purpose for this lone disciple
A token t’ward this mortal flesh.

 

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By N.D.

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