Battle Plans For Aphrodite - Poem by Death's Shadow
With a smile even the devil would flee from
and a fire in his eyes stolen from hell,
he laughs a laugh that would put Kronos to shame.
As a red pool, deep crimson as the eyes of evil hisself,
spreads across the floor, a finer gold than in all olympis.
With joy sparking in a mind scarier than Hades,
he trudges through more dead than in the pit of despare.
With a flash of silver, faster than lightning thrown by Zuses own hands,
he summons up an army far more powerful than the strength of Poseidon's seas.
He pushes forward with battle plans that could outwit Athena.
With control over this war, far greater than Ares,
he knocks down his enemies faster than Achilles
and puts on a show better than any puppet master.
with the cockiness of only a true winner,
he steps off the battle field victorious
with his one and only true love.
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