God of…Fear?

You’ve been off, father.

They call you the god of War—

a symbol of strength and courage,

never bending to the likes of anyone.

Your bloodlust knowing no bounds,

your drive to seek chaos,

your thirst for destruction,

leading you to seek blood.

And yet, you don’t seem like it.

Instead, you look like 

a god of Impotence, a god of Failure,

a god of Fear.

But… that title is supposed to belong to me.

So why do you show it?

Perhaps the reason isn’t because of

the many physical battles you’ve lost—

the wound you received by Diomedes,

or being beaten by Heracles in a boxing match.

Perhaps it is the battle of the mind you lost so terribly.

The mental scar the time in the bronze jar gave you;

no amount of physical power

could’ve prepared you for that battle.