I, Ares, the
god of war and destruction,
keep my feet on this ground changing it into a battlefield
to witness the fierce war between these brainless humans,
I smile at a corner of my lip seeing the blood dribbling from the sky,
the raging inferno passionately converting everything into ashes.
I can’t resist. For me, the war is beautiful scenery, destruction is peace and death is love.
As I pass by, countless no. of bodies fall on the ground.
The field now looks like a blood lake,
where the body parts are the fishes and the bones… boats.
The dreadful sounds of the warriors falling to death, is like a pleasant music to me.
I hear it and it soothes my soul.
How foolish these men are to fight among themselves.
Is this war going to help them by any means? No.
But, they are doing it… only for my happiness… without recalling that I… am their death.
I dance at the rhythmic wailing of the mothers.
I make them feel distressed, devastated.
All this is so amazing. I never want it to stop.
Their foolishness is like a precious gift to me and in return,
I end up tearing their souls apart.
As long as the war is here, I am here.
Without it, I am nothing… but just a valueless power.
Witnessing the war is the most beautiful part of my life.
But, the saddest thing is…
the war doesn’t remain forever…
at a point of time it ends. And as it ends…
my part gets over.
keep my feet on this ground changing it into a battlefield
to witness the fierce war between these brainless humans,
I smile at a corner of my lip seeing the blood dribbling from the sky,
the raging inferno passionately converting everything into ashes.
I can’t resist. For me, the war is beautiful scenery, destruction is peace and death is love.
As I pass by, countless no. of bodies fall on the ground.
The field now looks like a blood lake,
where the body parts are the fishes and the bones… boats.
The dreadful sounds of the warriors falling to death, is like a pleasant music to me.
I hear it and it soothes my soul.
How foolish these men are to fight among themselves.
Is this war going to help them by any means? No.
But, they are doing it… only for my happiness… without recalling that I… am their death.
I dance at the rhythmic wailing of the mothers.
I make them feel distressed, devastated.
All this is so amazing. I never want it to stop.
Their foolishness is like a precious gift to me and in return,
I end up tearing their souls apart.
As long as the war is here, I am here.
Without it, I am nothing… but just a valueless power.
Witnessing the war is the most beautiful part of my life.
But, the saddest thing is…
the war doesn’t remain forever…
at a point of time it ends. And as it ends…
my part gets over.