Call to Ares

 One final gleam, a last faint spark,

My Ares owes me, stark and dark.

So many times I've watched, dismayed,

The defenses of my tired life betrayed,

Cowardly shattered, frail and frayed.

One final gleam, a last faint light,

My Ares owes me, fierce and bright.

Though he has left abundant silence deep,

To chew upon the words I weep,

From my blood-soaked cry, my anguish steep.

One final gleam, a last respite,

My Ares owes me, in the night.

My enemies around me, loathed and vile,

A stinking pack, corrupt with guile,

Of half a race, untaught, base-born the while.

One final gleam, in battle's fevered chase,

May all the lambs be crucified in space,

That you may have just slaughters to embrace.