Ares
Stay and mourn at the tomb of the dead
Where raging Ares fought and bled
His doughty spirit whirls with a fiery sphere
Golden helmed, mighty with a spear
His blazing steed carries him to the sky
He leads battles, where Eagles cry
In ancient skies, the Olympian did roam
Warrior, protecter, in his celestial home
In modern skies, new Ares takes flight,
Commanding the Black Hawk, valor in sight.
Amidst the storms, where thunder meets roar,
A warrior soars, defending the shore.
With prowess unseen, in the cockpit's embrace,
Guiding the steel wings, a god in this space.
In the heart of battle, where chaos ignites,
Ares descends, empowering the fights.
Through clouds and through fire, a guardian’s might,
Echoes of valor, the warrior's flight.
As the Black Hawk soars, in defense of the land,
Ares commands, with a pilot’s hand.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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