the wild god. the death god that brings life, that brings fire, instead of shadows and darkness and eternity. the god of blood, not just spilled, but blood pumping in your veins. the god that forces you to do the impossible and laugh when you doubt. the god that wears bronze like a skin and knows his blades better than his lovers. the god to whom the greatest sin is serenity, the most terrible insult being held back. the god who fights to feel alive, who knows that to fight is to be alive, the most alive, so alive it radiates like the sun and burns all who challenge it. the god on fire. the god who leaves fire in his wake, fire and ash and destruction. the god that preaches that when the decision is your destruction or theirs, burn their temples to the ground and dance on the ruins. the god who loves for his children, who kills for them, who teaches them to not need his love to survive even as he gives it wholeheartedly. the god who demands everything you are as his payment, who gives everything he is in reward. the god who sneers at those who hate him, who has no use for those who fear him, who obliterates those who challenge him. the god of surviving purely to spite those who say you can’t. the god of battle cries and screams of horror, of courage and fear and the line between them.
the god of war.
greek mythology meme | 01/∞ GODS AND GODDESSES
PHOBOS was the god of panic fear, flight and battlefield rout. He and his twin brother, Deimos, were the sons of Ares. They often accompanied their father into battle, driving his chariot and spreading fear in their wake. As sons of Aphrodite, the twins also represented the fear of loss. ×
Praise Ares. Patron of those who fight and have fought. We honour their sacrifice.
my blood sings battle hymns
my blade like an extra limb
as much as I f i g h t it
the soldier in me fights harder
Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage,
firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready
to face any foe, to hold the line against
all who may come, to battle until the end.
Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera,
cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored
by those who call on you for strength and courage,
in the north were you much honored in times of old,
in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem
by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony,
whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers
the prayers of the despairing, I honor you.
a soldier comforting another crying soldier during the 1950’s Korean War … this is one of the most touching pictures I’ve ever seen.
the ludovisi ares is an antonine roman marble sculpture of mars, a fine 2nd-century copy of a late 4th-century BCE greek original, associated with scopas or lysippus: thus the roman god of war receives his greek name, ares.