Ares Poem by Petra Novakova

I hear the war drums beating to the beat of my eternal heart
I dream of death songs feeding to the chaos within my mind

They fall in line, marble figurines of heroes soon to be mine
As they shout their battle cries and in my name they all die

And the war drums still follow the rhythm of the beast´s horn
And the death songs shall lead them into the eye of the storm

Their suffering is no concern of mine for I am no ally of men
As their fate shall never be my fate for I am the God of men

I am the wildling among wolves forever shedding old skin
I am the viper in their den always whispering of desires sin