“It seems no work of Man’s creative hand, by labour wrought as wavering fancy planned; but from the rock as if by magic grown, eternal, silent, beautiful, alone!  Not virgin-white like that old Doric shrine, where erst Athena held her rites divine; not saintly grey, like many a minster fane, that crowns the hill and consecrates the plain; but rose-red as if the blush of dawn, that first beheld them were not yet withdrawn; the hues of youth upon a brow of woe, which Man deemed old two thousand years ago, match me such marvel save in Eastern clime, a rose-red city half as old as time”, by William Burgon.

 

The prodigal son of mighty Zeus and ox-eyed Hera

Olympian god of warfare and bloodlust from mare to terra
 

He flourished a spear in battle protected by his bronze armor

Sacred birds watched the azure; the eagle owl and the vulture

Gold-bridled fire-emitting immortal stallions drew his quadriga

Wherein he unleashed his wrath with the speed of an arrow
 

Ares loved Aphrodite; he had no fixed allegiances

Nor respect for Orcan, the right ordering of things
 

Throughout the fight in between Troy and Achaeans

A close relative Athena, a mortal enemy goddess

Drove a javelin into his body thrown by Diomedes

His cry made the field tremble; bellowing in pain, he fled to Olympus

Returned to avenge himself and overpowered her with boulders

When his offspring Ascalaphus was slain by the hands of Trojans

Ares had a change of heart, burning with vengeance

Yet listened to his half-sister, shed his armor and made peace
 

He was bound in a copper urn nearly ending his appetite for war

If it was not for Hermes who rescued him after a lunar year
 

Later he killed giant Ekhidnades, the great foe of the gods

Regained much deserved respect and was healed by Zeus

He fathered Eros therefore conquered the souls of lovers

Became the founder of Rome owing to legendary Romulus
 

There was his archaic statue in chains during Sparta’s hegemony

To show the spirit of war and victory was never to leave the city
 

Muse, Undisclosed Desires.

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