Ares

 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