🦮 ARES 🐗

If ever there was a grumpy god
Then Ares that would be
He really loves nothing more
Than to spread war and disease

His father Zeus and mother Hera
Often speak to him
About his unhealthy love for war
And other violent things

But Ares, he stays firm and strong
Polishing his lance and spears
Ever ready to pick a fight
He brings many folks to tears

Legend has it that boxes and jars
Have the god of war terrified 
Twin giants once, had trapped him in one
And closed the lid down tight 

The bronze jar then became his home
For almost four hundred days
Until Hermes pulled him out
Of that tiny little space

Even though he spends his time
Battling both men and gods
He skips around beautiful Aphrodite
Whom he loves and adores

Ares is always in the company of
His vulture, dog and boar
They keep faithful, wakeful watch
Over their master, the god of War.