War-God’s Game


Cool breezes blow across fields of gold,

Drums rumble and trumpets peal,

The clash of bronze rings clear above the din.

 

The war-god stride amongst the men

Plucking favorites from the fallen

Distributing the gold of death.

 

Sweat and blood sate the thirsty earth

And feet churn the bones like pressing wine

Murmurs of shades haunt the field

 

Crows sound the feasting call

Flesh melts and souls depart

Ares collects his dice

Ready for the next game.

 

 

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