The Fall of Mars

Lord of all and light of the stars,
once fell in love with the goddess of Mars,
who had crimson eyes,
like liquid fire,
and hair like the fiercest,
feral tiger.

From the heavens he ruled,
on sapphire waterfalls.
He loved all life and rightly so,
watching on high from his opulent throne.

He loved her so,
but she burned him alive.
Devouring his heart,
she would endlessly starve.
Conquer and make the cosmos hers,
she wanted it all,
nothing else would sate her.
For there was no one more worthy,
no one deserving.
War and war she raged,
endless conflict in her breathing.

But the lord of the heavens grew tired of her ambitions,
and while he looked high on warrior spirits,
the fiery woman pushed at his limits.
The light of the stars went out unto earthly fields,
to dwell on his plight in a place so surreal.

The fields of mortals were blooming,
flowers as far as the eye could see.
The sky was bluer than blue,
kind creatures were dancing,
painting the world,
spectrum of colorful hues.

And that's when he saw her,
heavenly creature of beauty.
The goddess of nature,
shining like diamonds,
ethereal grace and compassion unrivaled.
Silken hair of shimmering gold,
welcoming hands so very bold,
reaching for the lord in his grief,
pulling him in to her embrace to keep.

And so the lord of all found himself on his knees,
before her might,
he gave in to his needs.
She whispered a maddening hymn of love,
he played her dangerous game,
that he desperately lost.

When the goddess of Mars saw what had transpired,
from the lofty view on her victory tower,
newly conquered world before her very feet,
he would suffer for this unforgivable feat.
She came up with a plan to exact her revenge,
on the lord on high who had betrayed their romance.

Such an inferior bride was she,
maiden of the trees,
who loved peace and sought harmony,
when discord was all Mars sought to reap.
While the lovers of life and all things holy
lay in the mortal fields in their folly,
the warrior queen went on a journey.
To the land of the heavens she stormed in a rage,
looking for god's only brother, the sage.

The sage was never as strong as his brother,
nor was he as cherished,
he stood only a pale shadow.
The god of wisdom,
as some called him in those days,
would write the stories of history,
alone in his decadent cage.

When the maiden of Mars came to him that eve,
weaving her tale,
a distressed, frantic plea,
the sage made a vow to defend her honor,
for his beloved brother had done wrong by his lover.
A sin so great the sage could not look past,
so he set off to the fields,
with his silver staff.

When the sage found his brother with his new bride,
rolling around down a hill from on high,
the wise man spoke with a thunderous cloud,
a warning,
almost unbearably loud.
But while the lord of all things did try to defend,
the resentment in his brother grew unable to bend,
making his first declaration of war,
the god of knowledge painted gruesome new lore.

And so the sage joined the infernal queen,
her whispers of madness turning his thoughts obscene,
the two brothers fought and so did the gods,
forced to pick sides with unforeseen odds.
Gods from the heavens and down from below,
rulers of cosmos,
chosen guardians of mortals.
They battled with weapons and magic and steel,
until one side would fall to its heel.

In the dark of night the sage fell down,
without another word,
staff of silver on the ground.
The goddess of Mars fled back to her home,
her warrior spirit broken,
disarmed.
But the lord of the heavens knew that she had to pay,
for turning his brother against him that day.

He turned his gaze to her home in the sky,
and made it barren with a blink of his eye.
The home of the warriors,
brilliant and full and life,
was turned to dust,
red like the blood that was lost.

Then to the brother who had finally gave in,
who begged his sibling to only forgive,
but as much as the lord of all things had compassion,
he knew that the sage had to learn a great lesson.
So he sent him below to an eternal plane,
where the spirits of the slain were without guiding flame,
and so the wise sage was forced to stay,
watching over the dead in his new place to play.

After time,
his wisdom turned to clever tricks.
The lord of the underworld grew bitter,
as his brother grew rich.
Rich in love and rich in life,
the lord of light made the goddess of nature his bride.

But as time continued to tick away,
and deception made the fallen's day,
he stole away mortal souls for safe keeping,
until one day would come,
his great day of reaping.