Ares

I give you my gift
These words

Trifles really

Naught but middling efforts
Wan next to my true self

Dionysus allows hints
Ethereal visions

Whilst Apollo
Obscures the view
Availing me of options
Myriad means
With which to hid the truth
Within true words

Here I am though
Yours to command
Yours to aim
To unleash

Yet I see you not

So I unleash myself

Behold
This violent rage
This portent of our doom

Do not call me cowardly
When wounded
I flee the field of battle

I have but retired to asses
To see what weakness revealed

No
Not your weakness
Mine

I unleash this beast
This me
On no one

Have I not said
This self
This I
Is nobody

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